The leaves of Ailan continued to write:
"I know my limitations. As an ordinary tree spirit, the help I can offer is too limited. Miss Lilia can take care of Dale, manage accounts, and handle miscellaneous tasks. She even learned how to make petal candy..."
The tree spirit seemed to have put great effort into writing these words.
Her leaves paused for a moment, seemingly searching for a more accurate expression:
"I saw little Dale becoming stronger due to bloodline modulation, and I also hope to be able to..."
The leaves paused again, finally writing a few simple and direct words:
"...become more useful."
Ron could read more meanings behind these words:
A longing for belonging, a pursuit of value, and even unmentionable jealousy and fear.
The tree spirit feared being replaced, feared losing the "home" she had managed to find.
"I understand..."
