The grotesque mane spirit worm clutched a letter in its sharp, bizarre mouthpiece.
It fluttered its wings clumsily and strangely, flying towards Little Wild Grass and finally stopping beside her, fluttering up and down.
Delivering letters was somewhat challenging for this evil creature.
It clumsily fluttered around Little Wild Grass, urging her to take the letter.
Yet, gazing at the letter in the mane spirit worm's mouth, Little Wild Grass, who had stopped crying, seemed fearful and hesitant to look at the last will her older brother had left.
But in the end, under the awkward urging of the mane spirit worm, she took a deep breath and took the letter clutched in its mandibles.
"Did Big Brother anticipate that he wouldn't return long ago..."
Little Wild Grass muttered under her breath.
Borrowing the power of the Evil God was a costly price, even for the kindred of evil veins.