am-books Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 22
Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 22
(Walson)
We all enjoyed the celebratory feast.
“... Walson, you’re squashing me...”
“Hey hang on, didn’t you volunteer for this?”
Both Grace and I were lying on top of Melon’s legs, enjoying the soft feeling of her body.
Initially, it was just me. But Grace didn’t like being left out and decided to join me.
We all look like young siblings vying for the attention of their elder sister. Which technically isn’t false, since Melon is two years older than us.
I suppose there are some of us that look up to Melon.
“Thank you both for the wonderful feast.” Melon was still smiling, and I noticed some traces of unshed tears in the corner of her eyes.
I will feel content so long as she keeps smiling.
Melon has already started to wear the chainmail I gifted her, and she also has a pair of lizard leather gloves on her hand.
Grace was the person who gave the gloves to her. It seems like she used all the money she gathered for a month to buy it.@@@@
The gloves are made out of Desert Lizard’s skin, which is not native to our region. It must have cost quite a penny.
The reason Grace thought it was a good gift was because she noticed that Melon preferred to fight with her bare hands.
... I should probably enchant those when I get the chance to.
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I want to temporarily abandon the cheerful atmosphere from our previous subject.
Since what we are going to talk about now would not be so cheerful.
Well, I have been smuggling some food from the secret base into the Orphanage granary.
The Orphanage is going through a tough period since we had a bad harvest this year.
Despite not liking the Orphanage a lot, I was still raised in it, and I wish to help them.
I can’t bring any meat, and I have to limit the number of potatoes that I want to bring, otherwise they might become suspicious.
I have brought my own food reserves to help the Orphanage, which is why the food reserves in the secret base had lowered sharply. This has been going on for several months now.
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*Sniff sniff*. I snuggled my face into Melon’s thighs and inhaled her scent.
It has a slight fragrance to it. I am very glad that I still remember how to make soap from my previous life.
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Anyway, the great forest of Nakula.
In the ancient language, “Nakula” means mysterious beauty, and is also the name of the patron guardian of the forest.
The forest is big enough to cover 5% of our region, and it’s literally a sea of green when you turn your head to look to the east.
Only the outskirts are counted as true ‘forest’ since the deeper you go, the more and more it starts to resemble a jungle.
The monsters that inhabit the jungle are very strong. They would have been an ideal target for me to raise my level if it weren’t for the fact that it was too bloody far away.
Despite the fact that my secret base is located in the deeper parts of the forest, it’s still only a small section of it. Arkon lives here after all.
If we try to compare the great forest of Nakula with an apple, then the forest I am living in is counted as the apple skin.
The Nakula forest is filled with mysteries.
I have determined that something must have happened in the jungle-like part of the forest.
The distance is pretty far, but I think it would be manageable if we take advantage of Grace’s ability to teleport.
But I shouldn’t rely on that completely. One rule of going into the jungle is to go prepared.
The closer we get to the center, the more plants that could decrease visibility will appear. There are also swamps and bogs which are dangerous in their own right.
In that case, Grace’s ability to teleport will be restricted by the terrain. Which is why I have been doing my best to prepare for our campaign.
This has forced me to double my efforts on finishing the chainmail that I wanted to give to Melon.
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“Master, it tickles.” Melon was starting to blush, but her facial expression didn’t change too much.
Melon is cautious when it comes to emotional display. It’s kind of endearing.
“... Walson, don’t screw around.”
... I really wish that Grace could stop poking me with her staff so threateningly.