The Lightning Mink wasn't particularly upset about being sold for 150,000 points. After all, wherever it went, there would be enough food. In these days, as a Legendary creature, even as a beast, it wasn't oblivious to how its kind were faring nearby—of course, they were living well. After all, there's plenty of meat, and food comes to them without effort, which, no matter what, is better than the present situation.
Malin chuckled at the little one's thoughts. As the Lightning Mink transformed into a small beast and was taken away by the young man, Malin pulled out a small fruit and fed it to the mushroom—a fruit of the World Tree, a deadly temptation for any spirit beast.
The Lightning Mink, originally perched on the young man's shoulder watching Malin, seemed to have a hint of relief in its eyes, but now its eyes were as wide as brass bells.
Miss Spotty has grinned by Malin's feet, and the mushroom, seemingly unaware of her presence, bit into the fruit and chewed happily.
