Chapter 5: Epilogue, (8)
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Book 5 Epilogue, (8)
Such was the case with her family. Her father, the main pillar of the family, lost his leg, and the family's finances were literally at the bottom... And then things started to turn around...
"Even I know that..."
She knows that. It can't be helped. The choices her parents made have led her to where she is today. The small amount of land that they were able to get with the money they got was still a blessing in disguise, as they didn't have to pay a small farm fee. Her second brother took over the land, and her third brother and herself got jobs outside the area. The money they send keeps their family fed. She understands. She understands that. But still...!!
"It's unreasonable...!!!"
The silent curse was about the social system. It was about their circumstances. How could this village be so different from the one in which she was born... while their family had suffered and sacrificed so much to live in the present? Why is this village so blessed?
Even though she knows that these questions are meaningless, she cannot shake them off. And that is why she is a child in a sense. To be an adult is to admit a kind of unreasonableness and to give up.
With such conflicting feelings, the girl heads for her destination. After walking for a while, she finally arrived at a new rice field on the outskirts of the village. Brand-new huts stand sparsely in the brand-new rice paddies.
The headman of this village took pity on the peasants who had fled from the surrounding poor villages because they could not bear to collect the annual tribute, and he took them in and rented them this area of land for cultivation. He lent them farming tools and food and exempted them from collecting small farm fees for the first two years, which was an exceptionally generous gesture. And this year, the third year, was the first year for the payment of tenant farmers' fees in this new rice field...
"Why are you holding a sickle, Tamaki-sama?"
The girl asked with a look of dismay on her face as she saw a figure barefoot in the paddy field, picking weeds with a sickle, removing water weeds, and exterminating insect pests. ...Though her lord, as it turned out, smiled and waved at her with a carefree smile when recognizing her, the maid. No, no. That's not the reaction she's looking for... the girl inwardly plunged.
"Why? Because if there are weeds, the rice won't grow well, will it? This is the first harvest of the year, if we have a bad harvest, we will have no food for the winter, won't we?"
The girl frowns at her Lord who answers as if it were a matter of course. Of course, everything is strange. Too strange.
"Uhh...."
The girl lets out a groan of exasperation at her Lord's slightly out-of-focus response and then sighs deeply as if she is trying to sort out her feelings. Then she makes a decision. She must take off her outward-looking face. And then...
"A village headman's child shouldn't be playing with the soil with peasants and servants! You should think about your place!"
The girl shouted in a strong tone and pointed out.
And her words were common sense, except for the lack of etiquette. After all, this owner's family is the head of this village. The head village. Although his father was a low-ranking official, he had received an official rank from the imperial court. And now, his child working in the fields with a bunch of peasants...!
"Moreover!"
The girl spins around on her heel and lunges at the snoring person in the shade off the bank. Then she kicks the person's butt with all her might.
"Whoa! Ow...!!?" The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
A high-pitched voice echoed. The person in question, who was wearing linen clothes that allowed for easy movement, stood up reflexively, their 'wolf ears and tail up' in sudden pain. The person stands up and stares at the girl, rubbing their buttocks. With teary eyes, the person glares at her.
"Hey...! You! Suzune! What the hell are you doing?"
"That's my line! You, our Lord's going to work in the field! Why don't you volunteer to do it instead! What are you an escort for!!?"
The girl accuses her companion. She is really angry, and she is choked up. A very small part of her anger is directed at her own name, by the way, and it is an irrational accusation. ...Well, the result will be the same anyway.
"What, protection!? That's not my job, not even to work in the field!!? Besides, that person likes to do it!?"
"Don't complain. You are a servant!"
"Aaah!?"
The girl kicks the person's buttocks again with her knee as if to catch up with his excuses, showing the sword at their waist with one hand covered with a bandage. A sad puppy-like scream goes up. The half-youkai jumps up and down again and again as if a rabbit. But the half-youkai has no regrets. In fact, considering the opponent's position, it was quite merciful to get away with this much.
The Lord accepts the maid's order in the face of the tremendous pressure in her voice. A servant of a half-youkai mutters "Oh my god" at their side. To be honest, this maid's attitude seems to be unbecoming of one who is addressing her Lord, but no one pointed this out.
The girl puts on the clothes left on the grass for her Lord. She ties it tightly with a sash and stretches out the wrinkles to make it presentable.
"Hey, isn't it a little... tight?"
"If I don't make it tight, it will be hard to move and you will take it off soon."
The girl mercilessly tightens her lord's belt with her declaration. "Please understand your position. You are no longer in a position where you can frolic around in a white, thin outfit covered in mud like when we first met."
The girl re-dresses her Lord's clothes with a familiar hand. However, the tightness of the clothes made it hard. So, the Lord strokes their waist and looks discouraged.
"That's about right. ...Now what can I do about your hair?"
"What?"
The next moment, the girl lets down her Lord's hair, which was roughly tied up with a clasp. With a snap, the hair that had been held in place spread out, and the black hair, which had grown to just above the shoulders, hung down.
"What are you doing!!?"
"You can't come up to the house with your hair like that. Please bear with it and let your hair down! Or would you like me to spend some time fixing your hair before entering the estate?"
When the girl declared so, it was hard to argue with her. Even the most generous family has a limit to what they can ignore. After all, hair is a woman's life.
"But... Uuu!?"
The Lord tries to make some excuse, but the sound of the stomach rumbling the next moment causes the Lord to stroke their belly and feel slightly embarrassed.
"......Today's breakfast is grilled sweetfish and rolled egg."
"Really?"
The Lord's eyes lit up at the menu the girl had given her. She especially liked rolled eggs.
"If you don't come back soon, your brothers and sisters may take it from you."
"What? I understand. ...Suzune, thanks for coming to pick me up. ...Iruka, thank you for accompanying me."
The Lord replies to both of them with heartfelt thanks. A village headman's child thanks a maid and a servant. It is an unusual and extraordinary attitude in this world, but in this village, and for 'she', it is too natural.
"You're welcome, Tamaki-sama."
"Let's get out of here, shall we? I'm already hungry."
The maid responded to her gratitude in her own ways. By the way, the maid girl glares at half-youkai's mannerisms with a sideways glance, but that is usual. The Lord, 'she' laughs at them.
...This sight was just a small difference of buttonholes. If a cute, courageous, and kind boy, who in one world line would have been subjected to a cruel and harsh fate, was instead born as a cute girl with a boyish charm, who in the world would care? How can people notice the difference? But for someone who knows the fate of this world, it is certainly too great, and too terrible a difference.
...and the person in question was still unaware of the difference.
"Yeah. Is that about right? Well, we're all hungry... shall we all go home together?"
The village headman's daughter turns around to check her own appearance and speaks to her two best friends. She speaks to them with a pure smile that is neither careless nor evil. It is as if she knows only the gentle world.
It was an ordinary but undoubtedly happy daily life for 'Tamaki,' the daughter of the Hotaruya family, the ruling clan of the paradise-like Hotaruya (Firefly) village, in the harsh northern lands of unforgiving nature...
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Book 5 Epilogue, (8)
Such was the case with her family. Her father, the main pillar of the family, lost his leg, and the family's finances were literally at the bottom... And then things started to turn around...
"Even I know that..."
She knows that. It can't be helped. The choices her parents made have led her to where she is today. The small amount of land that they were able to get with the money they got was still a blessing in disguise, as they didn't have to pay a small farm fee. Her second brother took over the land, and her third brother and herself got jobs outside the area. The money they send keeps their family fed. She understands. She understands that. But still...!!
"It's unreasonable...!!!"
The silent curse was about the social system. It was about their circumstances. How could this village be so different from the one in which she was born... while their family had suffered and sacrificed so much to live in the present? Why is this village so blessed?
Even though she knows that these questions are meaningless, she cannot shake them off. And that is why she is a child in a sense. To be an adult is to admit a kind of unreasonableness and to give up.
With such conflicting feelings, the girl heads for her destination. After walking for a while, she finally arrived at a new rice field on the outskirts of the village. Brand-new huts stand sparsely in the brand-new rice paddies.
The headman of this village took pity on the peasants who had fled from the surrounding poor villages because they could not bear to collect the annual tribute, and he took them in and rented them this area of land for cultivation. He lent them farming tools and food and exempted them from collecting small farm fees for the first two years, which was an exceptionally generous gesture. And this year, the third year, was the first year for the payment of tenant farmers' fees in this new rice field...
"Why are you holding a sickle, Tamaki-sama?"
The girl asked with a look of dismay on her face as she saw a figure barefoot in the paddy field, picking weeds with a sickle, removing water weeds, and exterminating insect pests. ...Though her lord, as it turned out, smiled and waved at her with a carefree smile when recognizing her, the maid. No, no. That's not the reaction she's looking for... the girl inwardly plunged.
"Why? Because if there are weeds, the rice won't grow well, will it? This is the first harvest of the year, if we have a bad harvest, we will have no food for the winter, won't we?"
The girl frowns at her Lord who answers as if it were a matter of course. Of course, everything is strange. Too strange.
"Uhh...."
The girl lets out a groan of exasperation at her Lord's slightly out-of-focus response and then sighs deeply as if she is trying to sort out her feelings. Then she makes a decision. She must take off her outward-looking face. And then...
"A village headman's child shouldn't be playing with the soil with peasants and servants! You should think about your place!"
The girl shouted in a strong tone and pointed out.
And her words were common sense, except for the lack of etiquette. After all, this owner's family is the head of this village. The head village. Although his father was a low-ranking official, he had received an official rank from the imperial court. And now, his child working in the fields with a bunch of peasants...!
"Moreover!"
The girl spins around on her heel and lunges at the snoring person in the shade off the bank. Then she kicks the person's butt with all her might.
"Whoa! Ow...!!?" The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
A high-pitched voice echoed. The person in question, who was wearing linen clothes that allowed for easy movement, stood up reflexively, their 'wolf ears and tail up' in sudden pain. The person stands up and stares at the girl, rubbing their buttocks. With teary eyes, the person glares at her.
"Hey...! You! Suzune! What the hell are you doing?"
"That's my line! You, our Lord's going to work in the field! Why don't you volunteer to do it instead! What are you an escort for!!?"
The girl accuses her companion. She is really angry, and she is choked up. A very small part of her anger is directed at her own name, by the way, and it is an irrational accusation. ...Well, the result will be the same anyway.
"What, protection!? That's not my job, not even to work in the field!!? Besides, that person likes to do it!?"
"Don't complain. You are a servant!"
"Aaah!?"
The girl kicks the person's buttocks again with her knee as if to catch up with his excuses, showing the sword at their waist with one hand covered with a bandage. A sad puppy-like scream goes up. The half-youkai jumps up and down again and again as if a rabbit. But the half-youkai has no regrets. In fact, considering the opponent's position, it was quite merciful to get away with this much.
The Lord accepts the maid's order in the face of the tremendous pressure in her voice. A servant of a half-youkai mutters "Oh my god" at their side. To be honest, this maid's attitude seems to be unbecoming of one who is addressing her Lord, but no one pointed this out.
The girl puts on the clothes left on the grass for her Lord. She ties it tightly with a sash and stretches out the wrinkles to make it presentable.
"Hey, isn't it a little... tight?"
"If I don't make it tight, it will be hard to move and you will take it off soon."
The girl mercilessly tightens her lord's belt with her declaration. "Please understand your position. You are no longer in a position where you can frolic around in a white, thin outfit covered in mud like when we first met."
The girl re-dresses her Lord's clothes with a familiar hand. However, the tightness of the clothes made it hard. So, the Lord strokes their waist and looks discouraged.
"That's about right. ...Now what can I do about your hair?"
"What?"
The next moment, the girl lets down her Lord's hair, which was roughly tied up with a clasp. With a snap, the hair that had been held in place spread out, and the black hair, which had grown to just above the shoulders, hung down.
"What are you doing!!?"
"You can't come up to the house with your hair like that. Please bear with it and let your hair down! Or would you like me to spend some time fixing your hair before entering the estate?"
When the girl declared so, it was hard to argue with her. Even the most generous family has a limit to what they can ignore. After all, hair is a woman's life.
"But... Uuu!?"
The Lord tries to make some excuse, but the sound of the stomach rumbling the next moment causes the Lord to stroke their belly and feel slightly embarrassed.
"......Today's breakfast is grilled sweetfish and rolled egg."
"Really?"
The Lord's eyes lit up at the menu the girl had given her. She especially liked rolled eggs.
"If you don't come back soon, your brothers and sisters may take it from you."
"What? I understand. ...Suzune, thanks for coming to pick me up. ...Iruka, thank you for accompanying me."
The Lord replies to both of them with heartfelt thanks. A village headman's child thanks a maid and a servant. It is an unusual and extraordinary attitude in this world, but in this village, and for 'she', it is too natural.
"You're welcome, Tamaki-sama."
"Let's get out of here, shall we? I'm already hungry."
The maid responded to her gratitude in her own ways. By the way, the maid girl glares at half-youkai's mannerisms with a sideways glance, but that is usual. The Lord, 'she' laughs at them.
...This sight was just a small difference of buttonholes. If a cute, courageous, and kind boy, who in one world line would have been subjected to a cruel and harsh fate, was instead born as a cute girl with a boyish charm, who in the world would care? How can people notice the difference? But for someone who knows the fate of this world, it is certainly too great, and too terrible a difference.
...and the person in question was still unaware of the difference.
"Yeah. Is that about right? Well, we're all hungry... shall we all go home together?"
The village headman's daughter turns around to check her own appearance and speaks to her two best friends. She speaks to them with a pure smile that is neither careless nor evil. It is as if she knows only the gentle world.
It was an ordinary but undoubtedly happy daily life for 'Tamaki,' the daughter of the Hotaruya family, the ruling clan of the paradise-like Hotaruya (Firefly) village, in the harsh northern lands of unforgiving nature...
Book 5 Epilogue, 8Such was the case with her family. Her father, the main pillar of the family, lost his leg, and the family's finances were literally at the bottom... And then things started to turn around..."Even I know that..." She knows that. It can't be helped. The choices her parents made have led her to where she is today. The small amount of land that they were able to get with the money they got was still a blessing in disguise, as they didn't have to pay a small farm fee. Her second brother took over the land, and her third brother and herself got jobs outside the area. The money they send keeps their family fed. She understands. She understands that. But still...!! "It's unreasonable...!!!" The silent curse was about the social system. It was about their circumstances. How could this village be so different from the one in which she was born... while their family had suffered and sacrificed so much to live in the present? Why is this village so blessed? Even though she knows that these questions are meaningless, she cannot shake them off. And that is why she is a child in a sense. To be an adult is to admit a kind of unreasonableness and to give up. With such conflicting feelings, the girl heads for her destination. After walking for a while, she finally arrived at a new rice field on the outskirts of the village. Brand-new huts stand sparsely in the brand-new rice paddies. The headman of this village took pity on the peasants who had fled from the surrounding poor villages because they could not bear to collect the annual tribute, and he took them in and rented them this area of land for cultivation. He lent them farming tools and food and exempted them from collecting small farm fees for the first two years, which was an exceptionally generous gesture. And this year, the third year, was the first year for the payment of tenant farmers' fees in this new rice field... "Why are you holding a sickle, Tamaki-sama?" The girl asked with a look of dismay on her face as she saw a figure barefoot in the paddy field, picking weeds with a sickle, removing water weeds, and exterminating insect pests. ...Though her lord, as it turned out, smiled and waved at her with a carefree smile when recognizing her, the maid. No, no. That's not the reaction she's looking for... the girl inwardly plunged."Why? Because if there are weeds, the rice won't grow well, will it? This is the first harvest of the year, if we have a bad harvest, we will have no food for the winter, won't we?" The girl frowns at her Lord who answers as if it were a matter of course. Of course, everything is strange. Too strange. "Uhh...." The girl lets out a groan of exasperation at her Lord's slightly out-of-focus response and then sighs deeply as if she is trying to sort out her feelings. Then she makes a decision. She must take off her outward-looking face. And then... "A village headman's child shouldn't be playing with the soil with peasants and servants! You should think about your place!" The girl shouted in a strong tone and pointed out. And her words were common sense, except for the lack of etiquette. After all, this owner's family is the head of this village. The head village. Although his father was a low-ranking official, he had received an official rank from the imperial court. And now, his child working in the fields with a bunch of peasants...! "Moreover!" The girl spins around on her heel and lunges at the snoring person in the shade off the bank. Then she kicks the person's butt with all her might. "Whoa! Ow...!!?" The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Nvl1n.A high-pitched voice echoed. The person in question, who was wearing linen clothes that allowed for easy movement, stood up reflexively, their 'wolf ears and tail up' in sudden pain. The person stands up and stares at the girl, rubbing their buttocks. With teary eyes, the person glares at her. "Hey...! You! Suzune! What the hell are you doing?" "That's my line! You, our Lord's going to work in the field! Why don't you volunteer to do it instead! What are you an escort for!!?" The girl accuses her companion. She is really angry, and she is choked up. A very small part of her anger is directed at her own name, by the way, and it is an irrational accusation. ...Well, the result will be the same anyway. "What, protection!? That's not my job, not even to work in the field!!? Besides, that person likes to do it!?" "Don't complain. You are a servant!" "Aaah!?" The girl kicks the person's buttocks again with her knee as if to catch up with his excuses, showing the sword at their waist with one hand covered with a bandage. A sad puppy-like scream goes up. The half-youkai jumps up and down again and again as if a rabbit. But the half-youkai has no regrets. In fact, considering the opponent's position, it was quite merciful to get away with this much. The Lord accepts the maid's order in the face of the tremendous pressure in her voice. A servant of a half-youkai mutters "Oh my god" at their side. To be honest, this maid's attitude seems to be unbecoming of one who is addressing her Lord, but no one pointed this out. The girl puts on the clothes left on the grass for her Lord. She ties it tightly with a sash and stretches out the wrinkles to make it presentable. "Hey, isn't it a little... tight?" "If I don't make it tight, it will be hard to move and you will take it off soon." The girl mercilessly tightens her lord's belt with her declaration. "Please understand your position. You are no longer in a position where you can frolic around in a white, thin outfit covered in mud like when we first met." The girl re-dresses her Lord's clothes with a familiar hand. However, the tightness of the clothes made it hard. So, the Lord strokes their waist and looks discouraged. "That's about right. ...Now what can I do about your hair?" "What?" The next moment, the girl lets down her Lord's hair, which was roughly tied up with a clasp. With a snap, the hair that had been held in place spread out, and the black hair, which had grown to just above the shoulders, hung down. "What are you doing!!?" "You can't come up to the house with your hair like that. Please bear with it and let your hair down! Or would you like me to spend some time fixing your hair before entering the estate?" When the girl declared so, it was hard to argue with her. Even the most generous family has a limit to what they can ignore. After all, hair is a woman's life. "But... Uuu!?" The Lord tries to make some excuse, but the sound of the stomach rumbling the next moment causes the Lord to stroke their belly and feel slightly embarrassed. "......Today's breakfast is grilled sweetfish and rolled egg." "Really?" The Lord's eyes lit up at the menu the girl had given her. She especially liked rolled eggs. "If you don't come back soon, your brothers and sisters may take it from you." "What? I understand. ...Suzune, thanks for coming to pick me up. ...Iruka, thank you for accompanying me." The Lord replies to both of them with heartfelt thanks. A village headman's child thanks a maid and a servant. It is an unusual and extraordinary attitude in this world, but in this village, and for 'she', it is too natural. "You're welcome, Tamaki-sama." "Let's get out of here, shall we? I'm already hungry." The maid responded to her gratitude in her own ways. By the way, the maid girl glares at half-youkai's mannerisms with a sideways glance, but that is usual. The Lord, 'she' laughs at them....This sight was just a small difference of buttonholes. If a cute, courageous, and kind boy, who in one world line would have been subjected to a cruel and harsh fate, was instead born as a cute girl with a boyish charm, who in the world would care? How can people notice the difference? But for someone who knows the fate of this world, it is certainly too great, and too terrible a difference. ...and the person in question was still unaware of the difference. "Yeah. Is that about right? Well, we're all hungry... shall we all go home together?" The village headman's daughter turns around to check her own appearance and speaks to her two best friends. She speaks to them with a pure smile that is neither careless nor evil. It is as if she knows only the gentle world. It was an ordinary but undoubtedly happy daily life for 'Tamaki,' the daughter of the Hotaruya family, the ruling clan of the paradise-like Hotaruya Firefly village, in the harsh northern lands of unforgiving nature...
