Chapter 150: Bubbles

I darted through the nymph's forest in a hurry, branches seemingly reaching out to stroke me as I passed, but I took care to avoid each detestable pink leaf I passed, and once I reached a sufficient height I heard the forest whisper, its tree's collectively sighing as one.

Ha! I was finally free! So long, you weird trees! And weird nymph ladies.

At some point I thought it would never happen. After setting the task, the nymph had gone on and on, gushing about her sisters. She was clearly stalling for time.

And then, every tree spirit had become oh so fascinated with polishing my scales with their hair, like I'm their pet! Like I couldn't see through their intentions – most of it was really them admiring their reflections on my body!

Who knew these tree spirits were actually so narcissistic.

No way was I visiting them again.