Synopsis
I transmigrated into the body of an extra who was falsely accused of making the World Tree wither and was executed.
Of course, I had no intention of dying like in the original story.
So I completed my bachelor’s, master’s, and doctoral degrees in horticulture in just six years and settled down in a small village in the south.
“I’m finally free! I’ll live quietly in the countryside for the rest of my life.”
I thought I had completely avoided all the original story’s death flags.
That is, until a small accident gave the World Tree the ability to speak.
[You’re seriously trying to make me drink tap water? The nerve.]
“Well… there’s a limit to how much water a person can carry by hand…”
[Fine. I’ll wither. I’ll drop all my leaves. Let’s wipe out your entire family while we’re at it.]
“O-Of course, Your Majesty should only drink rainwater.”
Our adorable firewood—no, I mean, the World Tree.
I was just wondering how well it would burn as kindling when—
“Amazing. You brought those dying leaves back to life so quickly.”
“A talent like this should be preserved in the Imperial Palace forever…”
The officials who witnessed the day I became the World Tree’s personal caretaker began spouting nonsense.
“You have the makings of a loyal minister. Have you ever considered entering politics?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Your Majesty. Lyris is destined to become my head maid.”
The Emperor and Empress started competing to recruit me.
And then…
“Lyris… are you planning to leave me?”
“Excuse me?”
“I can’t even breathe without you anymore.”
Even my fiancé—the strongest knight on the continent—suddenly claimed he was suffering from breathing difficulties.
Everything had descended into complete chaos.
