Chapter 14

"Be careful not to drop it. If the fruit is damaged, the dryad inside will also be hurt."

Elder said gruffly. Mesquite gently scolded Elder.

"Don’t make Jay anxious. Don’t worry, Jay. Jay won’t make such a mistake. Jay will walk with eyes forward."

Mesquite retrieved the lance and shield she had dropped, then stepped forward and stomped hard.

The ground in front of her surged, pushing away the horrific things impaled on Elder’s branches. The mounds of earth that fell from the twisted ground became their graves.

Realizing what I was seeing, I felt nauseous.

"My delicate master, Jay. You must get used to it."

Mesquite returned and bent down to meet my eyes. She obscured the horrific scene with her face, emitting a strong fragrance.

"In the places Jay will go, you might see things even worse than these. Our dryads can be as cruel as necessary for Jay. Any enemy that stands in the way of my master, even if they are brothers born from the same branch, will be pierced by my lance. And Jay must take this for granted."

"You can’t harm me."

"That’s right. My master, Jay. You are like a small world tree, the very life and value of our existence."

Elder and Mesquite stood beside me, using their large frames to block the view of the gruesome graves on either side. I walked forward, as Mesquite had said.

On my two hands, the warm light of Daisy’s hope existed.

***

My steps toward the orchard were filled with my anxious heart. As I almost ran, Mesquite calmly calmed me down. I couldn’t control my eagerness to see Daisy again.

Mesquite knew the way very well, and I just had to follow her long shadow.

Elder pointed to various places in the shop with her staff, urging me to go after everything was finished. Whose diamond? My diamond.

You are my dryad, but my wealth is not yours. Elder smiled at me with her pretty face.

"Will you buy it?"

But my diamond is rotten and abundant, so I will gladly buy it, then, then. Of course, I must come back holding Daisy’s hand. I don’t know why Elder needs a golden bird statue to sing to.

But what if I spoil Elder and her habits get worse? As I stared intently, Elder looked at me with a puzzled face.

The hood she was wearing was blown off by the wind, revealing her beautiful white hair swaying gently. I thought a halo was shining behind her. Even if her habits get worse, her face is innocent, so it’s fine. Elder’s face is handsome and beautiful, so she is innocent. I am the one who is materialistic and bad. I am all bad.

The orchard, which had been crowded like a gathering of all the villagers, was now much quieter. People who had picked the fruit and finished their business had dispersed. The place where they had formed a line to get the free fruit was now empty.

Instead, very tired-looking guides were there, cleaning up the trash left behind by the people.

A guide who recognized me ran over and bowed politely. I felt my shoulders rise, as if I had become someone important.

My dryads, look! This is the great me!

But Mesquite asked affectionately, “Jay, are your shoulders hurting? Do you need me to support you?” and my face turned hot.

“I’m here to use the dryad port.”

“Oh, the fruit… You already have it. I’ll guide you right away.”

I saw a fleeting look of disappointment on the guide’s face. The suffering of performance in service is the same in my world and in the game. But didn’t I already go through this once?

The greenhouse I returned to was still filled with warm light and refreshing air. Elder and Mesquite both looked very peaceful.

The greenhouse is said to mimic the world tree. If a mere imitation is this fantastic, how much more amazing must the real world tree be?

My dryads call me a small world tree, but honestly, I don’t know. No matter how I think about it, I am ordinary except for having a lot of diamonds.

No, a mountain of diamonds, or… um, what’s bigger than a mountain? Anyway, I have a lot of diamonds, but I am otherwise ordinary.

"My master, Jay. Come here quickly."

Mesquite called me from beside the dryad port. I stopped my wandering thoughts and hurried to the port. I carefully placed Daisy’s fruit on the sparkling soil. Mesquite’s affectionate gaze followed every one of my actions.

"Ah!"

I quickly called the guide.

"Absolutely! Absolutely don’t talk about the grade in front of Daisy. Don’t say anything!"

If they talk about the normal grade and using it as fertilizer, I won’t let it go. The guide nodded, promising to be careful.

Finally, the time has come. The time to meet my small red flower again. The fruit, upon touching the soil, trembled like a chick shaking off water.

I must be wearing rose-colored glasses. How can Daisy’s fruit be so cute and adorable? The green stone slab, which had been emitting a gentle light, began to read Daisy’s genetic information. Small letters filled the slab.

Red Daisy (Red Daisy)

Title: Adorable Spring Fairy

Flower Meaning: Hope, Peace

Habitat: Normal Field (★★★☆☆)

Field Occurrence Probability: High (☆☆☆☆☆)

Value: Ornamental (★★☆☆☆)

Trait: Offensive

Final Determined Grade: Normal (Normal)

Improved to adapt well to any environment.

Receives a combat bonus in April.

Small, red petals are layered thickly. Daisy, the first to welcome spring, has been loved by many for a long time.