At that moment, Dia was crouching inside the lumber mill, scanning for usable materials.0

The mill was connected directly to the outside of the nest. A massive machine, crude yet oddly intricate, jutted into the dense forest like a fishing rod. Driven by spirits, the rapidly growing eco-trees outside, accelerated by time, were processed into cube-shaped logs that dropped into the nest.1

Logically, since the Feral Wolf Dragons had no use for wood and it took up so much space, the nest should have been overflowing long ago. Yet in reality, the lumber mill held only a modest amount.0

While searching, Dia listened to the guidance from her sisters.0

"Princess, you shouldn't hand things over so directly," White Queen advised.0

"Then should I throw them over?" the Secret Princess asked.0

White Queen replied, "That's not what...0