"Eh? What for? Do you wish to change your physical body?"
He asked the wisp while scratching his face. It would be bad if the wisp was considering his Fire Dolls as something like clothes. In which the wisp could change it whenever it wanted.
The wisp replied hastily, "No, Mister…"
Upon hearing it, he glanced at the wisp, waiting for the continuation of its words. It continued saying, "...I want to give it to my friend!"
"Your friend?" A frown happened on his face. (Ah, must be the bees with him.) Yman thought so. Then he opened his mouth and said: "But I don't think bees can do what you can, and I don't think they can use it the way you did."
After saying it, question marks were floating above the wisp's head. The wisp seemed to be puzzled by his words. "No, it's not for them; it is for my other friend," the wisp told him in haste.
"....."
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