Please Keep Taking Such Good Care of It

The World Tree had sprouted.

No, it had grown beyond that.

It had unfurled leaves from its branches and was breathing out fresh, vibrant mana.

That fact alone brought an astonishing change to Priella.

Even carrying rebar so heavy that it felt as though it would break her back.

Even hauling bricks all day beneath the blazing midsummer sun.

Even getting chewed out by the troll foreman for not finishing the work properly.

None of it felt as painful as it had before.

She found herself smiling for some inexplicable reason.

“I’m sorry. I’ll work hard.”...