No matter how much Abel looked around, he couldn't feel any sign of Specter.

"It's definitely over," he muttered softly, surveying his shattered surroundings.

But then, a sudden thought crossed his mind.

'Oh, this is the territory of a half-demon. What if that guy doesn't like it?'

In general, fairies were very nature-friendly. He could have held a grudge against Abel for destroying trees and rocks like this. Feeling a little nervous, Abel turned back, when suddenly, he heard the sound of wings flapping.

Booooooo!

—Wow! What are you?

However, it wasn't the reaction Abel had been worried about.

A half-demon was closely examining him, as if looking at something new. The creature circled around, clutching a massive battle axe.

"A passerby," Abel replied. "The Specter was bothering me, so I just dealt with him. What, is there a problem?"

—No? That's great! I was sick of those rotten bastards roaming my land. Thanks for clearing them out.

Fortunately, the half-demon's reaction was positive. Abel extended his right hand, attempting to communicate.

"I'm glad I could help. I'm Abel Carriers. You?"

—It's a fairy!

"There must be a name..."

Come to think of it, Shuguri also referred to himself simply as the devil of the mountain.

Because they had so little contact with humans, they didn't even have names.

"Is there anything there?" Abel asked.

This may have sounded like a complaint, but that wasn't his intention. He was merely asking out of curiosity.

—Huh.

"Then it's difficult to call you something?"

—There was no need for that until now. No one wanted to talk to me.

That wasn't surprising.

A fairy wielding a giant battle axe and smashing heads—anyone who saw it would have run away immediately.

Specters were immune to physical attacks, so they probably just ignored him.

"Should I give you a name?" Abel offered.

—Oh! Really?

Despite his somewhat cute appearance, his actions were those of a monster.

Rather than a fancy name like Tinkerbell, something wild would be more suitable.

"I'd like Mosura."

—Oh, what does that mean?

In truth, it was the name of a moth monster from the Godzilla series.

Since he couldn't explain that outright, he decided to be vague.

"It means noble in an ancient language."

—Wow! I really like it!

Mosura flew around excitedly, repeatedly shouting his new name.

He seemed to be in a particularly good mood. Judging by his lack of suspicion, he seemed to be a rather innocent type.

Just then, Vargas leaned in and whispered to Abel.

"You're lying, right?"

"Shhh! It's forbidden to reveal secrets."

"Okay, okay! Got it."

Leaving Vargas giggling behind, Abel turned to Mosura.

Now, it was time to settle accounts.

"Hey, buddy."

—Why?

"Why did you try to kick out the Specter?"

—This is my land. Since that dirty ghost dared to come in, I had to beat him up pretty good. Unfortunately, it didn't help much.

The half-demon looked down at his battle axe with a sullen expression.

Up until now, he had been able to beat up plenty of monsters and people with that weapon.

But it was useless against a ghost.

"Now that I've dealt with the Specter, I'd like you to do something for me," Abel said.

—If it's something from the friend who named me, I'll listen.

"What are you good at?"

—There's nothing like that?

"Really?"

—Yeah. I just fly around here and absorb the energy of the earth. That's it.

"You don't mind if trees and rocks get smashed?"

—That's different. It's separate from the energy of the earth.

"Ah.... Really?"

He was much more useless than Abel had expected.

Shuguri could manipulate mountains and earth, and Peltron was excellent at gathering information.

But this half-demon seemed to only possess the ability to fly.

He also had a tendency to turn into a berserker when something entered his territory.

But that was about it.

There didn't seem to be a reason to bring him along like Shuguri and Peltron.

Even Mosura himself didn't seem interested in leaving the area.

Now that the Specter had been dealt with, which was their original goal, it was time to head back.

But then, out of nowhere, Vargas's excited voice rang out.

"Wow! Your Highness the Duke!"

"What is it now?" Abel asked.

"Come quickly and take a look at this."

Vargas was making such a fuss that Abel had no choice but to follow him.

The place Vargas pointed to was where the Specter had been.

A place reduced to ashes by the catastrophic punishment.

Perhaps due to exposure to the immense energy, the trees nearby were on fire.

If left unchecked, a forest fire could break out.

"So what? Put it out before it spreads," Abel said.

"No, that's not it. Look at the color of the fire."

"The flames all look the same… Huh? Why is it blue?"

"Wow, it's complete combustion! The temperature is high, but it's also very stable!"

Come to think of it, the fire on the trees was as blue as a gas stove flame.

Even though it was burning fiercely, there was no acrid smell at all.

Moreover, it seemed incredibly easy to extinguish.

The flames disappeared in an instant as Vargas covered them with his robe.

"No, so what does this mean?" Abel asked.

"I don't know either. The trees ended up like this after getting hit by Your Highness's beam of light."

"Huh!"

They were just ordinary zelkova trees, found everywhere.

Just to be sure, Abel moved to a different spot and tried lighting another tree on fire.

The same devastating punishment was unleashed.

But this time, the results were clearly different.

Kookwakwakwa! Hwaruk!

This time, red flames erupted.

"Any tree within Mosura's domain will burn completely."

In a short time, Vargas had already figured out quite a bit.

His excitement had driven him to conduct multiple experiments.

Abel's heart pounded as well.

'A 3cm cube burned all day. This is a revolutionary fuel.'

Moreover, it was incredibly light and easy to transport.

With these trees, achieving a gas stove-like effect wouldn't be difficult.

By creating a well-insulated base and placing an iron frame on top to hold a pot, they could easily control the fire.

Just like how Vargas had cut off the oxygen with his robe.

'I have to take some no matter what.'

The problem, however, was Mosura's domain.

If a group of workers entered to start cutting down trees, the choleric half-demon would undoubtedly cause trouble.

Negotiation was necessary.

—You want to take the trees? Please, take them! They make it hard to feel the energy of the earth!

No, wait a minute.

Things were going this smoothly?