The reddish-brown roof basked in the setting sun, sparkling white at some angles.
My decision to wipe the window yesterday proved correct. Thanks to the beautifully restored roof, the house no longer appeared ramshackle.
Although I helped out a little in repairing the roof, the hero was the one who did the bulk share of work. He installed the roof tiles using only illustrated instructions. How amazing.
In the future, I should paint the eaves near the entrance.
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“How small,” murmured the hero as he takes in the triangular roof. His gaze eventually shifts to the surrounding landscape. The weeds covering the fields sway in a gentle dance, following the wind.
“Pa’r yfmjerf atlr tberf lr ola obg akb qfbqif.”
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The hero turned to face me after hearing my words.
When we stood lined up like this, I had to tilt my head up slightly to meet his gaze. I wasn’t even 170 cm, but just by looking, I had the feeling he was over 190 cm. No wonder he so easily carried me like a child before.
“After patrolling the area a little, I think there aren’t any wild animals here,” said the hero as he chopped wood, his expression serious.
Recalling everything that happened from my first day of exploration until today, I was convinced of the hero’s words. Even if I saw any wild animals, they were at most small birds.
Of course, there’s still the mighty earthworm whose presence wouldn’t lose out to a beast’s.
“It’s a little lonely if there are no other creatures, huh? That’s right, how about raising chickens? We can also get eggs every morning.”
Keeping livestock was a good idea. We could get ingredients for meals and the animals could eat the weeds and grass of the open field. Plus, I was no longer alone. This was the best time to take the first step in raising a cow.
As I looked up at the hero with a smile, he returned my stare with an innocent expression. After that, his eyes grew soft.
“It’s true that it’ll be nice if we can eat fresh eggs.”
…Huh? Did he laugh just now?
It might have been a trick of the sun. As I quickly took another look at the hero, his eyes had already returned to their usual sharpness.
He laughed at me… Did my reply not make sense with what he had meant to say? Did he mean wild boars or bears when he mentioned wild animals?
Waah, how embarrassing. Of course he’d laugh if I told him to raise chickens so he wouldn’t be lonely.
“T-there are no wild animals that will attack us, so I think chickens should be easy to raise,” I said, adding to my previous statement with a red face. The hero didn’t seem surprised and only smiled.
His smile caused his sharp eyes to gently narrow. As I stood there, caught in a daze because of that sight, he pushed down my straw hat playfully, causing me to stagger.
What was that just now? Was he teasing me?
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