The Elves Mother Tree-no, it should have been called the Golden Tree now.
It was a sacred tree that had given birth to a god, and its transformation astonished the God King Freyr.
But what astonished him even more was the Golden Tree's favor toward John.
The Elves Queen's duty was to protect Alfheim.
The Golden Tree's roots spread throughout the soil of Alfheim. The Magic Power Spring nourished it like amniotic fluid in a womb, passing through its roots before spreading blessed magic throughout the world.
These blessings gave the elves the ability to connect with the Golden Tree and receive its protection.
By rights, only the Golden Tree's Offspring—the elves with the Blood of Nature flowing through their veins—should have received all this.
Yet John, an outsider, could openly accept the Golden Tree's protection before all the elves.
Blessing magic enveloped John.
The Golden Tree shared its magic without reservation, entrusting its power to an outsider.
At the sight, the God King Freyr restrained his anger.
"This was Mother's choice too," the God King Freyr told John. "I don't know what makes you so charming, but you shouldn't betray my dear Freya's love."
John remained noncommittal. Did being loved mean he had to accept it?
He lowered his wand, and the Golden Tree's halo dimmed, no longer so dazzling.
"Everyone, go home."
Queen Freya spoke. Looking at John, she told the elves, "The Wizard King was right. I'm sorry I bound you with my own ideas."
She slowly bowed her head. "Great Wizard King, I must thank you once again for your help."
"Since you won't accept my love, please accept what you've been searching so desperately for instead."
John nodded.
Equivalent exchange couldn't fall apart just because of this wedding, could it?
In place of Alfheim's most