I Didn't Really Want to Do Farming! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 145

On a pleasantly sunny afternoon, Prindella leisurely strolled and naturally found her steps leading toward the greenhouse.

She loved all the plants in her garden, but her affection for those moved into the greenhouse was especially unique.

They were plants rarely seen in the empire—ones she had personally acquired after spending considerable time and money, inspired by books or rumors. Among them, Philly was undoubtedly Prindella’s favorite.

Though sprouting from a single root, each stem bloomed flowers of different colors depending on its position. Its fragrance was indescribably rich, incomparable to any other flower.

It carried a faint sharpness yet remained deep, while still vividly retaining the characteristic sweetness and freshness of a flower. The scent even shifted subtly with the weather and time of day.

It felt as if Philly, much like her own ever-changing emotions, expressed its presence in a different way each time.

“But you’re poisonous, aren’t you?”

Prindella stood before the blue Philly, gazing at it with eyes as deep as its fragrance. The more she looked at Philly—the clever flower that even took subtle revenge on the hand that carelessly plucked it—the more she adored it.

The weather was already warm, making the greenhouse feel as hot as midsummer noon.

Sweat streamed down her body, and her rising body temperature sapped her energy, yet unlike humans, the plants inside grew richer in color and fragrance.

Unconsciously, Prindella reached toward the blue Philly, then abruptly halted.

“Don’t do it!”

She recalled a small, pretty face that had stayed quietly resolved until suddenly crying out, then looking flustered. She vividly remembered the earnest, mature voice that carefully explained the blue Philly’s poison, even while hesitantly stepping forward.

“What a lovely child.”

The maids fanning her gently assumed Prindella was speaking about the flower. Though sweat poured from their faces like rain, their posture remained perfectly composed.

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