| “ | Everything beautiful must dare to be different. | ” |
Bio[]
Mango Pomelo Sago also goes by another name, "Sweet Dew of the Willow Branch". She believes strongly in herself, has a natural appreciation for beauty and art, and has always forged her own path in terms of fashion and aesthetics. When she was born, she wasn't a powerful Food Soul at all, but her Attendant told her again and again: "You are the most beautiful. You are the best," and also gave her the name Sweet Dew of the Willow Branch, which implies that she is like a lucky star bestowed by the gods upon the world. These thoughts sunk in over time, and Mango Pomelo Sago became a confident and big-hearted artist. She's active in several fields of art and boldly explores the creativity of the world, firm in her belief that in her own way, she can make the world a more beautiful place.
Food Introduction[]
Mango Pomelo Sago is a Hong Kong dessert. Its other name, "Sweet Dew of the Willow Branch", is a reference to the Buddhist figure Guan Yin, who is traditionally depicted holding a willow branch in her right hand and a vase of cleansing water in her other. This water is called "sweet dew of the willow branch" and has the power to remove suffering and purify the body. In the dessert itself, the "willow branch" is represented by the fruits of trees-- mango and pomelo-- and the "sweet dew" is represented by coconut milk, evaporated milk, etc. Tradition says that Guan Yin's willow branch can bring people fortune and good luck, and eating a refreshing bowl of mango pomelo sago on a hot summer's day can bring people a similar feeling of limitless happiness with its cool, sweet, silky goodness.
Other Info[]
How to Acquire[]
Associated Events
- Harvest Diary (Mango Pomelo Sago)
- Brimming With Tenderness
- Winding River
- Jade Fantasy
- Illustrious Quality
- Brilliance Falling Clouds
- Evening Goodbyes
- Juniper Fame
Initial Stats[]
 Soul Power
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1788 |
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 Attack
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55 |
 Defense
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23 |
 HP
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510 |
 Crit Rate
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817 |
 Crit Dmg
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766 |
 Atk Spd
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1422 |
Skills[]
| Kind Brush | Basic Skill | |
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Mango Pomelo Sago draws goodwill with the brush in her hand, restoring 40 (520) HP per second to all teammates, lasting 4 seconds. | |
| Cleansing Sprinkle | Energy Skill | |
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Mango Pomelo Sago sprinkles sweet, world-cleansing dew over all her teammates, restoring 415 (5395) HP to her teammates and dispelling all negative effects from them. | |
blue = lvl 1
red = max lvlVoice Lines[]
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| Contract | Oh, you're here? I'm Mango Pomelo Sago. Let's explore the many facets of the world together! | ||
| Log In | Hi! My new work is ready to be unveiled, and just between you and me, if you come, just come straight backstage to find me. | ||
| Ice Arena | This place is so cool! You've surprised me yet again~ | ||
| Skills | No one can damage my art! | ||
| Ascend | Another fresh idea! | ||
| Fatigue | Never seeking out fresh points of view won't do. Attendant, how about going with me to see an exhibit? | ||
| Recovering | Appreciating the works of others is a part of my self-care regimen. I've learned a lot again this time. | ||
| Team Formation | Action! | ||
| Knockout | Imperfect Venus... | ||
| Notice | This dish is ready! Hey! Take a picture first, then dig in! | ||
| Idle 1 | Attendant, have you seen my willow branch brush? ...Oh? Has it been in my hand this whole time? | ||
| Idle 2 | Haste makes waste. You must master pacing. That's art. | ||
| Idle 3 | Mango pomelo sago isn't just a summertime-only dessert. | ||
| Interaction 1 | Be quiet for now. I'm this close to latching onto a fleeting moment of inspiration. I'll play with you later. | ||
| Interaction 2 | Hmm, in this life, the most important thing is to experience beauty. Actually, there's not much to it. Just smile a little, and you'll naturally feel happy~ | ||
| Interaction 3 | Since I've got you here today, tell me what you think: is this work still missing something? | ||
| Pledge | Someone once told me, everyone has a purpose in this world. We might not get the biggest part, but we have to strive to shine our brightest on our own stage, so we can become our own main character! Today I've finally witnessed this. You see, my very own spotlight has finally arrived! I hope to learn a lot from you going forward! | ||
| Intimacy 1 | Alright, alright, if I agree to be your model, then what will my reward be? | ||
| Intimacy 2 | You're so clingy! Although that's exactly what makes me so happy~ | ||
| Intimacy 3 | You must remember this! No matter what other people say, you have to persist in being your own unique self. Got that? | ||
| Victory | Perfect! | ||
| Defeat | A terrible exhibition... | ||
| Feeding | Wow, it's delicious! There goes my diet today! | ||
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Contents of this page has been fan-translated by BasilCosmo and may not be completely accurate. Official translations will be added whenever it's available. |
I. Freedom from Suffering
"The final evaluation results are in. Mango Pomelo Sago, personality stability: Level II, activity level: Level II, intelligence: Level II, combat ability… still Level II."
The instructor dryly read out the last line. I held my breath, keeping my head down and standing obediently in front of her. Sure enough, she gave my forehead a hard poke.
"Out of all the Food Souls, how did they end up picking you?"
She let out a sharp breath through her nose, clearly annoyed.
"All these years, and you're still such a weakling… Have you packed your things yet?"
Seeing her expression, I immediately thought of that bulldog from a comic book—the one that kept chasing its own tail, only to end up plopping down in frustration. I almost laughed but bit my lip to hold it in, quickly nodding instead. I held up my fountain pen to show her.
"I just need to take this with me!"
"You've been here for so long. Is there really nothing else you want to take? I told you, anything in this room is yours to keep."
She seemed very dissatisfied with my decision.
"It's fine! There’s too much stuff to take anyway. As long as I have my pen, I can draw anything I miss—this place, and you, Instructor."
I gave her a sweet smile and tugged at her sleeve, though I silently added in my heart: "Yeah, right."
"Once you're out there, remember this—do your best to assist your Master Attendant. You're already weak in spiritual power, and getting chosen by someone so outstanding was pure luck. If you want a good life, you must never disobey his orders. Otherwise, even I won’t be able to save you."
"Got it! I promise I’ll listen to my Master Attendant."
"…Come with me. Take your evaluation book. Your Master Attendant has sent someone to pick you up."
I nodded obediently, but inside, I could barely contain my excitement. From the moment we were born, my companions and I had lived in this so-called cultivation center. At first, we were nothing but formless spirit fragments. The humans in white coats used spiritual power potions to nurture us, helping us take human form.
These humans in white coats told us to call them "Instructors." The Instructors taught us how to use our spiritual power and how to behave. They said that once we became strong and outstanding, someone would come to take us away. The people who could do that were called "Master Attendants." Every Food Soul in the cultivation center could only leave if they were chosen by a Master Attendant.
If we were lucky, our Master Attendant would sign a contract with us, making us their lifelong partner. They would give us a name and take us away from this place. But if we were unlucky, we might wait forever without being chosen. Eventually, we would be forcibly sent to the battlefield to fight Fallen Angels. There, we could be injured, erased, and lose all our memories—only to be reduced back to raw spirit fragments and return to this place, repeating the cycle of cultivation all over again.
I wanted to leave. More than anything, I didn’t want to die in battle. But my weak abilities meant I never really had a choice. With such low spiritual power, no Master Attendant ever picked me to sign a contract. But because of that, I was also spared from being sent to the battlefield. The Instructors were always frustrated with me, but over time, they stopped bothering with me altogether. I was left to spend my days in my room, idly drawing whatever came to mind to pass the time. I thought I would live like this forever.
Then, a week ago, my Instructor suddenly told me that a Master Attendant had chosen me and that I was finally going to leave.
Was this really happening?
The unexpected news left me in a daze. It wasn’t until I stepped outside the cultivation center for real, sitting in the car sent by my Master Attendant, that I turned back to watch the gray building shrink into the distance. Only then did the reality of everything finally sink in — I had really left that dreadful place. I never had to go back again.
II. Destitute
The Attendant’s office was so quiet that I could hear a pin drop. I sat obediently, my hands neatly placed on my lap. The butler stood silently beside me, his hands folded. The only sound in the room was the soft scratching of the Attendant’s pen as he wrote behind his desk. I sneaked a quick glance at him. The Attendant was actually quite good-looking, but his furrowed brows were scrunched so tightly they could probably crush a mosquito. His icy demeanor made him seem far less approachable.
At that moment, as if sensing my gaze, he suddenly looked up and locked eyes with me. Startled, I quickly lowered my head. Then, after a moment of hesitation, I mustered up my courage and offered him a flattering smile. This was our first meeting—I couldn’t afford to make a bad impression…
To my dismay, the Attendant frowned and turned to the butler.
“Why is she still here?”
My smile instantly froze.
“Sir, didn’t you say you wanted to meet Miss Mango Pomelo Sago?”
The butler sounded a little aggrieved.
“I already saw her, didn’t I?”
The Attendant pointed at the evaluation report on his desk.
“Overall rating: R-rank. I’ve already read the assessment.”
He glanced up at the clock on the wall.
“If there’s nothing else, take her back for now. I’ll be busy for a while and won’t be returning home.”
With that, he buried himself back in his paperwork.
“Yes, Sir.”
The butler gave a slight bow, then turned to me with a polite gesture.
“Well then, Miss Mango Pomelo Sago, let’s go. We mustn’t disturb the Attendant’s work.”
Panic swelled in my chest as I hurriedly stood up.
“Attendant, I may only be an R-rank Food Soul, but I’ve trained for a long time. I can help you! Please allow me to work by your side.”
The Attendant lifted his head, giving me a once-over as if surprised by my insistence. Then, without a word, he casually removed the firearm from his waist. Before I could even process what was happening, he effortlessly disassembled it into a pile of parts with one hand. I stared, dumbfounded, as he nodded toward the dismantled gun.
“Ten seconds. Put it back together, and I’ll take you with me.”
“…”
“You won’t be able to do it.”
My blank expression didn’t surprise him in the slightest. With practiced ease, he reassembled the gun just as quickly as he had taken it apart. Then he sat back down.
“You’re not a Food Soul suited for battle. Just find something you enjoy doing for now.”
Still in a daze, I followed the butler back to the Attendant’s residence.
“Miss Mango Pomelo Sago, this will be your room. You’ve had a long journey—please rest well.”
“Thank you for arranging everything. I appreciate your kindness, Mr. Butler.”
Despite my lingering disappointment from my earlier exchange with the Attendant, I forced myself to smile and sincerely express my gratitude.
“There’s no need for that. Ensuring your comfort is part of my duty.”
The butler seemed to notice my unease. After a brief pause, he appeared to come to a decision.
“Miss Mango Pomelo Sago, during your time here with the Attendant, if you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to tell me.”
“During my time here…?”
I picked up on something strange in his wording. Soon, his next words sent a chill down my spine, making my hands and feet turn cold.
III. Treasure
Sunlight shone down on me, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath of the fresh air, still carrying the scent of grass.
“Pretty lucky, huh!”
A heavy rain had just passed, and a rainbow arched over the distant woods. Unable to contain my excitement, I spread out my sketch paper and began outlining the scene before me. It had already been two months since I arrived at the Attendant’s home. Time had passed from early summer to late summer, and the paintings I had made here were now piling up in my bedroom.
After leaving the training center, I found the outside world so breathtaking. Summer was beautiful—sunny days were beautiful, rainy days were beautiful too. Everything I saw, I wanted to record it. But… I still felt a little regretful—I brushed my fingers over the rainbow in my painting—Autumn, Winter, and Spring… I wanted so badly to see them with my own eyes too.
Two months ago, the butler had kindly explained to me that my Attendant was this city's Inspector. What he needed was a strong Food Soul who could fight by his side and defeat Fallen Angels. However, something had gone wrong in the process, and the training center had mistakenly sent me instead. Due to certain protective treaty regulations, a Food Soul who had left the training center could not return within three months. So, even though there had been a mistake, the Attendant had no choice but to take me in for three months until I became eligible to return.
“Before meeting you, the Attendant hadn’t expected this situation either. But since you’re here now, Miss Food Soul, just do whatever you want during this time as the Attendant instructed.”
So… it was just a mistake. When I first learned the truth, my heart sank. But soon, I pulled myself together. I asked the butler for paint and drawing paper. Just like how mango pomelo sago is a dessert meant for summer, if I could only stay outside for three months, then I wouldn’t waste a single day feeling sad.
If I would capture every moment in my paintings—at the very least, they would help me remember all the beauty I was experiencing, wouldn’t they?
Carefully, I took down my painting, cradling it as I returned to my bedroom.
“Ah—A-Attendant?!”
I never could have imagined that when I entered my room, someone would already be inside. The Attendant was looking at my paintings. He was still wearing the same uniform I had seen him in the first time we met. The butler had said he was incredibly busy—I had thought I wouldn’t see him again before I left.
“You drew these?”
The Attendant’s tone was neutral, but his furrowed brows made me a little nervous. I nodded.
“The one in your hands—let me see it.”
“O-okay.”
I obediently handed over my painting, but my eyes stayed fixed on him in nervous anticipation.
“Why did you paint these?”
“…What?”
His question completely stumped me. His gaze swept across the many paintings in my room.
“The cleaning maid, the postman delivering letters, the gardener watering the plants… And this one? I gave you so much valuable time, and this is what you chose to paint—these trivial things? What’s the point? At most, this rainbow after the rain… this one looks somewhat decent.”
His tone was filled with incomprehension. A sharp pain struck my heart without warning. Taking a deep breath, I didn’t know where the courage came from, but I stepped forward and snatched the painting from his hands, staring straight into his startled eyes.
“Attendant, I disagree with you.”
“…What?”
“To you, these might just be the most ordinary, everyday moments. But to me, they are precious scenes I want to cherish forever. If you only had three months of freedom in your entire life, you would understand. Whether it’s a single blade of grass, a passing stranger, or a fleeting rainbow, they all matter equally. They are all equally beautiful.”
“But someone like you, with your high status and endless privileges… You will never understand what that feels like.”
The Attendant froze.
That’s fine. Let it be. Whether he kicks me out, punishes me, or lets me wander the streets—it doesn’t matter anymore. After all… my time here is almost up.
I had said everything I wanted to say. My emotions surged uncontrollably, and the power of my spirit energy rippled in response. I blinked hard, trying to calm myself down.
But then—A wave of dizziness washed over me. Darkness engulfed my vision. And I lost consciousness.
IV. Rebirth
When I woke up, I was already lying in bed. The butler was looking at me anxiously.
"Miss Mango Pomelo Sago, you’re finally awake."
My first reaction was to look to the other side of the room. Seeing that my paintings were still there, I let out a long sigh of relief.
"Butler, I’m fine," I said with a smile.
"You silly child, how could you starve yourself without telling us?"
I was stunned for a moment, inwardly thinking, Oh no, I got caught sooner than expected...
Food Souls could eat human food just like people, but real nourishment for them came from magical potions specially designed for their kind. But the potions the butler gave me—I had secretly poured them all away. I stuck out my tongue playfully and looked at the butler apologetically.
"Sorry for causing you trouble."
The butler sighed helplessly and rubbed his forehead.
"Oh, it’s not me you should be worried about. The Attendant went to great lengths to save you—"
"*Cough.*"
A low cough came from behind the butler, instantly silencing him. Stepping aside, he revealed the figure of the Attendant walking toward me. His face remained as expressionless as ever, cold and serious.
"You talk about how everything in this world is equally important, yet you treat your own body like this. If you can’t even follow your own beliefs, how do you expect others to believe in them?"
His voice was as cold as ice, making me avert my gaze guiltily.
"...It’s not like continuing to live is meaningful anyway," I muttered stubbornly.
"So, what you're saying is that I wasted two months of my time and all those resources saving you for nothing?"
"Yeah, if I’m just going to be sent back to that place, then—wait, what? You said what? I—I was unconscious for two months?"
I caught onto the most shocking part of his words.
"You… you didn’t send me back?"
"As my Food Soul, shouldn’t you be following only my orders? When have you ever heard me say that I was going to send you back?"
"I… but… he…"
I stammered, turning to the butler in confusion. The butler looked at me apologetically.
"It was my mistake, Miss Food Soul. I misunderstood the Attendant’s intentions. He never planned on sending you back."
I widened my eyes and gasped.
"But—but that day in your office, you said to do whatever I wanted during this time—"
"I told you I would be busy for the next few months. I meant you didn’t need to concern yourself with my affairs for the time being."
"Then… then later, you said I wasted my precious time on trivial things…"
"I saw your paintings at the training center. They were much better than these. You have great artistic talent. You don’t belong in a place like that. You should know that art isn’t just about replicating life—it should transcend life, shouldn’t it?"
I froze.
How could I not understand what he meant?
But for so long, I never dared to imagine having a future beyond the limited time I was given. No one had ever told me that my existence had value. The Attendant tapped the edge of my bed.
"Enough crying. Come with me."
I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and followed him to the window.
"See for yourself," he said.
See what?
I looked outside in confusion—and was completely stunned. The red leaves were falling gently in the wind. Summer had quietly passed. And I was still here. I hadn't disappeared.
I covered my mouth, unable to hold back my laughter. From this day on, I could finally believe—mango pomelo sago’s life would no longer be bound to just summer.
V. Mango Pomelo Sago
In the continent of Tierra, each type of food can summon only one unique Food Soul. Furthermore, not every type of food is capable of summoning a Food Soul. Over time, as more and more Food Souls were summoned, those that had yet to be called forth—yet could still be detected—became a highly sought-after "scarce resource" in secret conflicts between nations.
In the Light Kingdom, one such "resource repository" was established in a city called Nanli. Nanli was a particularly unique city within the Light Kingdom. Though part of the kingdom, it was far more open than other places, attracting merchants and travelers from all over the world. Its openness made it the most international city in the Light Kingdom, granting it immense economic strength and access to cutting-edge global technology. However, for the same reasons, it also became a prize coveted by many nations and a breeding ground for corruption and crime.
Mango Pomelo Sago’s Master Attendant was an inspector-general of Nanli, tasked with maintaining its security. He possessed an exceptional strategic mind and, despite never having summoned a Food Soul of his own, had risen to become the highest authority overseeing Nanli’s security forces.
That was until last winter. During a mission to ambush Fallen Angels, an enemy disguised as a human launched a suicidal counterattack. The inspector was injured and bedridden for half a month. After the incident, his superiors issued a direct order: he must summon his own Food Soul. With no other choice, he agreed.
What ordinary people didn’t know was that, in Nanli, certain individuals with special status were allowed to select their own Food Soul for a contract. This was done through the mysterious "resource repository"—the very same place that Mango Pomelo Sago knew as the "Cultivation Center."
At the Cultivation Center, Food Souls that had yet to be properly summoned by a Master Attendant were kept sealed within chaotic embryonic chambers, controlled by unknown means. Researchers would cultivate them into fully mature Food Souls, keeping them in reserve until a qualified Master Attendant arrived to choose one—or until war demanded their deployment. These Food Souls were pre-ranked into different tiers, each requiring a different level of clearance. With his authority, the inspector could have easily chosen the strongest Food Soul available.
But he knew the truth. His remarkable track record had long since drawn the attention of ill-intentioned figures. His superiors’ so-called "concern for his safety" was, in reality, nothing more than a convenient excuse to strip him of power by saddling him with an overwhelming Food Soul—one that would justify restricting his autonomy.
Thus, when the wounded inspector stepped into the Cultivation Center, he made an unexpected decision. Instead of choosing the highest-tier Food Soul, he walked toward the nearly deserted R-rank section. There, a Food Soul named Mango Pomelo Sago caught his eye. At the time, she was nothing more than a simple, romantic young girl. She had no weapon of her own. She spent her days in her small room, using her fountain pen to bring to life a world of beauty and imagination.
The inspector saw her artwork. And in those paintings, he rediscovered the path he had been walking all these years—the vision of turning this city into a place that people could truly call a paradise.
Meanwhile, Mango Pomelo Sago, still holding her pen, was unaware that beyond the glass walls she could not see through, someone was working to make the beautiful world in her paintings a tangible reality.