“Ratatoskr?”

- Yes, it is the name of a chatterbox from our myths. She realized that there was a realm of space in Yggdrasil that could only be accessed by high elves.

Ellenoa had sent the seed of the world tree to Mitra, but she hadn’t realized this would happen. At best, she had thought it would push Mitra’s abilities up by a level. One of the high elves, who had been silent since then, spoke.

- Dmitra… Perhaps she’s above us…. Now that the seed of the world tree was planted in the godhead of the earth goddess… Maybe she is higher than us… Hrmm.

- I-Is that so?

- I don’t know exactly… Just a guess… Perhaps I am half right…

If that was the case, then Ellenoa had unintentionally created a large incident. However, the high elf who had pointed it out didn’t sound angry. In fact, the voice seemed so soft that Theo’s eyelids felt heavier just by listening.

- A human has been granted the right to Ratatoskr. Fortunately, there isn’t much use in hearing the voice of the forest......