Harlow fluttered her lashes and ended up seeing little sprouts of violet flowers that were incredibly small. She approached and gently knelt in front of them, beside Raphael.
After she looked at the plants carefully, she tilted her head a little in confusion. Harlow glanced at Raphael and only said one word.
"Why?" she asked.
"Why…?" Raphael looked at her, confused. "Why not?"
"No, I mean, why are you taking care of these flowers?" Harlow asked again. "Don't you have magical fertilizer or anything to take care of them? Those demon servants of yours too."
"Oh, these flowers are special to me, that's why." Raphael smiled broadly.
"What's so special about them?" Harlow couldn't help but ask again. Those were small and simple violet flowers. She couldn't see anything interesting about them.
