Reincarnated as a Flower, Fine then I'll bloom my own way

Somewhere in the middle of the ocean, there lies a land covered in dark fog. The land is filled with buildings and farms, yet only a few people walk the streets, quietly conversing with one another. At the heart of the city stands a massive black castle, heavily guarded by soldiers stationed outside.

Inside the castle, in a grand room filled with tables and chairs, people are diligently working on paperwork. However, in the center of it all, a man sits with his hands behind his head, drinking alcohol. He wears a brown coat, his long black hair falling over his shoulders, and his piercing purple eyes gleaming in the dim light.

"Work faster, you fuckers!" he screams, hurling his glass at one of the workers.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and a group of men clad in silver armor step inside. One of them speaks up.

"Sir Geazol! The king is calling for you."

Geazol glances at them and scoffs. "Huh? The king? What does he want now?"

He rises from his seat and strides toward the door, glancing back at the workers.

"Don't you dare stop working, you assholes! You won't get your money if you slack off! Hahahahahaha"

Slamming the door behind him, he walks through the dimly lit halls. Eventually, he reaches a grand black door and pushes it open. The room beyond is vast and empty, with black pillars lining the space. Fire torches mounted on the pillars flicker, casting a faint glow. Geazol steps forward and calls out.

"Yo! Hermahat! Did you call me?"

At the far end of the room, a black throne sits atop a raised platform. A man draped in a black cape reclines upon it, his long black hair obscuring his eyes. A dark crown rests upon his head.

"Geazol, I want you to go to a certain place and investigate it," Hermahat commands.

Geazol raises an eyebrow. "Huh? Investigate?"

"Yes. There is a newly established country called Paradise Garden. Its ruler is a girl named Sumi... People are calling her the Great Heaven Goddess," Hermahat explains.

"Pfft! Do you actually believe that kind of shit?" Geazol scoffs, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Hermahat stands from his throne, his presence dark and commanding. "Go there and do as I say. Announce yourself as a representative of the Darkon Kingdom and propose a friendship... And, Geazol—"

His voice deepens. "Don't do anything reckless. I am sending you because you are my friend."

Geazol sighs, rubbing his forehead. "Tch. This so-called Goddess better be sexy~ otherwise, I wouldn't wanna stay in some shitty place."

Hermahat turns away, his voice echoing in the darkness. "Now, go."

As his words fade, his figure vanishes into the shadows. Geazol smirks and turns toward the door, walking out with a cocky stride.

"Well, let's see what this Goddess looks like~."