Observing her severed hand, Elma felt an inexplicable surge within her.
Losing a hand wasn't a problem for her; as a dryad, she didn't experience pain nor did she shed blood.
So, what if her arm had been severed? She could grow a new one with a few days of rest.
However, what truly mattered was the man standing in front of her. Summoning all the courage she could find, Elma slowly raised her head to meet captivating blue eyes that scrutinized her.
"...M-My... M-My King... please... forgive this disgraceful servant of yours," her voice stuttered as she spoke each word.
She was unsure about her choice of words and wondered if she had used the right ones to address her king.
She used to address the World Tree as "queen" since the World Tree herself claimed Sam to be someone like her kin. Elma felt it should be appropriate to address him as "King."
