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"Worry not, my child. I am not troubled at all by their manners. Never did I care about such formalities to begin with. Now lift your head and face me, you're my precious child, not a servant."
"A-Ah…"
Elfriedden felt flustered as he lifted his head, facing Yggdrasil herself, as tears poured from his eyes.
"I never thought you would be revived, Mother Yggdrasil… I am so happy to finally be able to speak with you, and gaze upon your beauty."
"I never imagined I would be practically revived either, my dear son, but here we are. It could have never been possible without their help."
She looked at us with a gentle smile.
