A Road Never Considered

Cecilian newspapers and broadcasts were fascinating things. They always carried all kinds of news from distant places. Back when Beltira had still been human, she had taken an interest in both of these new things. After becoming a plant, she had grown even more enthusiastic about them.

After all, as a plant, she had lost the ability to travel far away.

To satisfy the Thorin Giant Tree's rather modest request, the Cecilians stationed here showed appropriate goodwill: they brought over the latest newspapers and magazines, and Margarita had even ordered a Magic Net Terminal installed beside the Thorin Giant Tree's tree trunk, allowing Beltira to control and watch it herself.

Beltira had learned the name Norris from the agricultural section of a newspaper and from a Magic Net program.

He truly was an important figure—the head of an imperial ministry, and supposedly one of the founders of Cecil's foundation.

Even though he was merely one of the ordinary people without Supernatural Power.

Beltira could not help but scrutinize Norris again. She sensed that the old man before her might not be as aged as she had initially imagined.

He had simply grown old too soon.

She had seen this sort of aged, frail appearance many times before—during the pioneering era, many of the forebears who had emerged from the wasteland and struggled to survive upon the plains had been like this. Later, during the kingdom era, the impoverished people still struggling to survive had remained the same.

In an instant, she saw far too many stories in Norris, so many that she was mildly surprised. Yet her dulled expression did not reveal this faint emotional fluctuation. She merely asked curiously, "Did you come to see me?"

"I came to see the 'miracle of the Thorin Giant Tree.' They say spring