Granny

"The Holy Tree is blooming."

With her eyes closed, Pixie Queen Heermann sat at her throne, breathing in the floral fragrance from the Holy Tree. The floral fragrance of the Holy Tree was considered toxic to other races, but to the pixies, it was akin to the source of life, a treasure that could extend the lifespan and youthfulness of the pixies.

The Holy Tree's blooming was a rare event, one not seen in a thousand years. Many pixies would fail to encounter the miracle of the Holy Tree's blooming their entire lives.

Heermann was supposed to enjoy a grand ceremony for the blooming of the Holy Tree, but her expression was not of delighted intoxication. Instead, it was extremely heavy.

"Granny, how many times has it bloomed?"

Heermann slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at a silver-haired pixie sitting beside her. The silver-haired pixie was extremely beautiful, even prettier than her. However, every pixie addressed her as Granny.