“We have received the World Tree’s Fruit.”
The only thing capable of healing Arina’s body—the Fruit of the World Tree.
Numerous elixir recipes based on it surfaced in Arad’s mind.
Fortunately, the fruit, which resembled a large fig, was as full and ripe as a luscious watermelon.
This meant he could afford to experiment with multiple methods.
“Your Majesty, you have met my wife before, correct?”
“Yes, I even examined her condition.”
