Wouldn’t a laurel wreath with twigs from divine cedar look pretty?

Phante started running around the Tower to make what Edora had called the most suitable and ‘best dress’. The floors? The tests? What was the use of those things? Phante was just going to ram past everything.

“Aha!”

Divine cedar was a tree said to be blessed by the gods and demons who resided on the ninety-eighth floor. For this reason, among the players living in the Tower, the people of faith tended to visit this place the most. They hoped that their voices would be better delivered, even just a little better, to the gods and demons that they worshiped. The rumor was that the divine cedar originated from a fallen branch of the World Tree. 

So, the moment Phante appeared on top of such a tree and did something unspeakable, all the gathered players, who had been praying with reverence, screamed aloud.

“W-What is that…!”

“Why is the One-horned Tribe over there…?”

“What the hell is that madman doing?!”

“Ack! No!”

When Phante first appeared atop the divine cedar tree, the gathered players did not take him too seriously, saying, ‘Another One-horned Tribe member doing something One-horned’. They did not appreciate that a being was sullying the sacred tree by standing atop of it, but they were unable to do...