"She is a Worldly Dryad, no?" Misho asked. He saw it from her stats just now.
"She is. All dryads are Worldly Dryads." Jufri looked at him as if he had just asked if the sky was blue.
"Then what is a Continental Dryad?"
"Are you sure she wants to listen to this?" Jufri asked as she stared at Flora's face.
"Flora, you're a good girl, right?" Misho asked. At the end of his words, he realized how brazen he had just acted. He visibly sweated and waited for her answer.
"Yes, Master." Flora nodded with a gentle bow of her head.
"S-See?"
Misho relaxed. Flora was Flora. She wasn't a scary dryad at all.
"Listen closely. My master, the one who mentored me, spoke of Continental Dryads with dread. They were said to be born every thousand years to return greenery to the world. In their eyes, every other humanoid race was a disease. They would turn a continent into a lush green and make it impossible for anyone to live comfortable lives.
