Although Mothra's permission was obtained, there were various obstacles in the fuel business.
The first problem was that the number of trees within the domain was finite.
"Once we cut all this down, our supply of raw materials will be completely cut off. It's a huge problem."
Vargas looked around the area with worried eyes.
Mothra's territory was quite narrow. All that was there was an empty lot behind Mount Berkal, where Spectre was active. It was roughly the size of a soccer field.
"How about expanding the territory?"
Mothra gave Abel a sullen look at his question. It seemed like there was something difficult to overcome on her own.
— I am a fairy who was born not long ago.
"Aha, really?"
— It's hard to expand my territory because my magical power is weak. There are many beings in the world that can push me away.
"For example?"
— Strong monsters, demigods, and half-demons could be my competitors.
"How many half-breeds are there around here?"
