I was transmigrated as a sprout in a fantasy romance novel. It's unfair, but for survival, I just ate monsters, purified the forest, and played with spirits in my spare time... Now the empire's princess and the continent's one and only saintess. The proud elf elder. The Dragon Lord, said to be the strongest among dragons. Even the Demon King who seeks to destroy the world. They all bow down beneath my roots. Wait... was being a tree always this busy of a job?