Just one step in the wrong direction, and I managed to cross over into a different sphere, a newly-made world of a God.
In the distance stood a small house surrounded by a field, and inside lay a man on a bed.
According to the God, he was a hero. One who had died in a tragic event.
Then the next words of the God threw me into a panic.
What did you mean I needed to save money to return to my original world?
Since there was nothing else I could do anyway, I dove head first into my goal. Plucked some grass. Grew some vegetables. All to earn a steady income.
Apparently, my profession was the “Hero’s Wife,” but that’s definitely a bug, right?
T/N: A story full of fluff, pampering seme x hardworking uke!