Ah, that’s it. The seed of the world tree.

Theo remembered belatedly. It had already been several years since Edwin had come to him after saving Ellenoa and gifted him the seed of the world tree which Mitra had eaten from Elvenheim. Theo’s gaze naturally shifted to the top of Mitra’s head. The sprout of the world tree, the source of all life in the Great Forest, was growing from her small head. If that bud was recognized as the world tree, then it was no wonder that Mitra had power in the Great Forest.

The world tree, Yggdrasil. In the Age of Mythology, it connected three dimensions and had influence in nine more. This forest was nothing more than a bunch of weeds compared to its prime. Even if it was just a sprout, there was nothing in the forest that could rebel against Mitra, who borrowed Yggdrasil’s name.

[Theo, did I do well?]

Mitra returned to Theo’s side after opening the path. Her eyes were shining like lanterns as she expected praise. Her innocent face was the same as always.

Theo couldn’t help laughing as he stroked her wheat-colored hair several times. “Yes, well done.”

[Hihihi!]

Mitra laughed like she was ticklish and started to dance. Someone...