"My Apostle."

I couldn't help but frown at the World Tree's words.

"Apostle?"

What does that mean? Apostle? Is it really talking to me?

"What do you mean by that?"
[I'm pleased to meet you like this.]

A strand of hope seemed to have seeped into the previously hollow and empty voice. The World Tree spoke to me as though it was genuinely happy.

'Why is everyone like this?'

Even as I heard that, my expression didn't change. It was the same for everyone.

Those who met me either spoke with a tone of excitement, interest, or a sense …