Delicia couldn't help but feel shocked. Reinhardt was a noble; as such, she knew he was telling the truth. However, seeing his meticulous work, one couldn't help but wonder if he really had no experience gardening.
Seeing him like this, something in her chest lightened.
"You're better than I thought."
They worked for another hour, maybe two. By that time, the sun sank lower, painting the garden in shades of gold and amber. The wild grass fell back, the soil began to look tended.
The two wiped their sweat. This was a good change in pace. Reinhardt couldn't help but feel good. Of course, the pleasantness came from none other than the garden fairy, Delicia, herself.
She was a sight to see. Every time she bent to grab another root, her body was like a second conversation happening just beneath the words.
