Burnside came back, (Patreon)

straightening the hem of her skirt, just as Rebecca emerged from the Underworks tunnel. "Hoo-wee! The pause that revitalizes sure ain't Persoc-Itoome!"

"Amazing!" Rebecca exclaimed in amazement. "Look at how the trees busily and efficiently clear away the bodies!"

I turned to look, and was astonished to see large forest trees using their roots to gouge out huge mass graves while vines separated and stacked the armor and weapons. I wasn't expecting them to move this fast! Bonsai must have had it all planned ahead of time. Was his(?) challenge to my honor earlier today merely for show? Or maybe these resources were already on the way during the long time we stood staring at each other. I would have to find out how this was coordinated.

"When can I learn the language of trees, My Lord?" Rebecca asked eagerly as Burnside began rummaging through the pile of weapons.

"I suppose it is time to resume your training which I've neglected for so long," I admitted. "By the way, where's Thomson?"

"She was afraid to come out," Rebecca shrugged. "Claims that the screaming is too much for her."

"Hmm," I mused. "I'll have to take care of her as well, but for now let's get you started with the basics of Gramarye. This may be a bit of a step backward, but it's important to have a grasp of the fundamentals, so I'll start you off with the same lessons I first learned."

I looked around for a pumpkin, but realizing I was unlikely to find one under these circumstances, I settled on the nearest substitute.

"Name that rock," I ordered, pointing at a large stone in a section of the field that the trees had already cleared.

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