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This small town, so desolate it was almost abandoned by the kingdom, was bathed in bright summer sunshine when Yulian and his group arrived, but now it was covered in white snow.
The houses and trees lining the streets were covered in thick snow, as if the small town was draped in pure white silver.
There were few pedestrians on the road, only a few residents in thick winter clothes hurrying by occasionally.
Footprints on the snowy ground would also quickly be covered by the heavy snow.
"What a dreadful scene."
Although it was already close to eight or nine o'clock, the sky was only just beginning to lighten.
A young girl with long purple hair, adorned with exquisite hair accessories, and wearing slightly thick yet elegant clothing, strolled through the streets and couldn't help but sigh with lowered brows.
"Nine loaves of bread, please."
At the stone window.
Fern handed the wooden basket in her hand to the bread shop Boss, then breathed out a puff of air and rubbed her hands together.
"It's Fern!"
The middle-aged woman smiled as she squinted at Fern, taking the wooden basket.
One, two, three...
"Here you go, ten loaves of bread..."
"I'll give you an extra one."
Fern was slightly surprised, but still nodded and accepted it.
"Thank you!"
"You've been here for almost half a year now, have you gotten used to life here?"
"Yes, I have."
"Is that so~"
The Boss's face showed a kind, loving smile.
"Thank you for your concern, I'll be going now."
The graceful figure turned to leave but was called back by the Boss.
"Um, Fern."
Fern looked back, her purple eyes shining with a brilliant light, breathtakingly beautiful.
"Would you like to come over to my house and sit for a while?"
The Boss spoke, gathering his courage.
At the same time, a young boy about the same age as Fern gently poked half his head out from the stone window.
"I still need to go back and wake up Mistress Frieren so we can clean the beach together."
"I apologize."
Fern was startled for a moment, then gently bowed.
After returning the extra loaf of bread to the Boss, she disappeared around the street corner.
"The coast is very cold at this time of year, be careful not to catch a cold!"
In the empty street corner, only the Boss's voice echoed.
"What a good girl..."
The Boss stared blankly at the bread in his hand.
"Mom, I like her."
The young boy poked his head out and looked at the street corner where Fern had disappeared, feeling lost.
"Stop thinking about useless things, she's not interested in you at all."
The Boss gently patted the young boy's head and sighed to himself.
Of course, it would be great to marry such a dignified and elegant girl as a daughter-in-law!
It's just that his rebellious son and she are completely different kinds of people...
"Hoo~"
"Hoo~"
Even breathing sounds filled the room.
Frieren lay quietly in bed sleeping, with a Magic book placed beside her.
"Are you still sleeping in?"
"You promised to get up early and clean the beach together."
Fern's lowered eyes held a thoughtful look.
The room was messy, with several Magic books carelessly thrown on the floor.
Occasionally, there were a few used tissues.
"I just cleaned up yesterday."
"And what's with the tissues on the floor?"
Fern puffed out her cheeks and walked angrily to Frieren's bedside.
"Huff huff huff!"
"Huff!"
Rapid breathing sounds rang out, and the next second Frieren's eyes snapped open.
"Fern, you pinched my nose again."
Frieren lay in bed, looking at Fern with resentful eyes.
She had almost thought she was drowning just now.
"Mistress Frieren, it's already very late!"
"You should get up!"
Fern said sternly, her face straight.
"But I'm so sleepy..."
Frieren said aggrievedly.
It's just sleeping in, just sleeping in!
The aggrieved Frieren blinked her eyes, looking as if she was about to cry the next second.
"There's really nothing I can do about you."
Fern's stern expression relaxed, revealing utter helplessness.
"Mistress Frieren, raise your hand."
"Mistress Frieren, raise your foot."
"Mistress Frieren, turn over."
"Mistress Frieren..."
After dressing Mistress Frieren, Fern carefully tied up Mistress Frieren's hair.
Fern even managed to feed Mistress Frieren an entire loaf of bread during this time.
Finally, when Mistress Frieren stood up and Fern put a slightly thick coat on her, she was finally ready.
"Alright, call Mr. Yulian, and then we can set off..."
"Mistress Frieren."
Fern looked at the adorable Mistress Frieren, dressed up by herself, and finally a hint of relief appeared on her face.
"Is Yulian awake?"
Frieren's eyes were blurry, as if remembering something.
"Mr. Yulian wouldn't sleep in like Miss Frieren."
Fern took Frieren's hand and went to the next room, gently knocking on the door.
"Dong~"
"Dong dong~"
"Mr. Yulian, it's time to go~"
Fern called out softly and gently.
Frieren finally woke up a bit and couldn't help but stick out her tongue and complain about Fern when she saw this scene.
"Fern, you're so biased."
"You weren't like this when you woke me up earlier..."
"Mistress Frieren..."
Fern clenched her small fists and placed them in front of her chest.
"'Biased' is not a good word."
"Besides, Mr. Yulian should already be awake, so there's no need for me to call out loudly to Yulian."
"Wahhh..."
Frieren shrank back aggrievedly.
Angry Fern is so scary!
"Mr. Yulian?"
After knocking several times with no response, Fern was also a little shaken.
Fern gently pressed her ear against the wooden door.
"Hoo~"
Even breathing sounds came from inside the door.
"Mr. Yulian!"
"...Humph...!"
The snow had stopped, and pedestrians were gradually appearing on the streets.
Fern, with puffed-out cheeks, held Frieren's hand in her left and Yulian's in her right, pulling both of them, who were also puffing out their cheeks, towards the beach.
Once they reached the beach and started working, Yulian and Frieren stayed close together, while Fern ran far away by herself and busied herself in the distance.
"Hey, I say..."
"How about we get up a little earlier tomorrow?"
Yulian felt a little guilty looking at Fern, who was puffing out her cheeks and ignoring them both.
"So cold!"
Frieren shivered, seemingly not hearing Yulian's words.
Seeing this, Yulian could only continue working helplessly.
Unlike Fern and Frieren, who used Magic to move the broken wooden boards on the beach, Yulian was painstakingly "really moving bricks" with the gloves given by the old village chief.
Before long, Yulian began to show fatigue.
Unlike fighting, this kind of pure physical labor is often a double torment, both physically and mentally, for people.
"Mr. Yulian, you should rest for a while."
Fern finished cleaning the area in the distance and walked over to Yulian's side to help.
"I can do it, Fern."
Yulian, feeling guilty, naturally couldn't slack off and could only work harder.
"Mm..."
Fern puffed out her cheeks, wanting to say something but ultimately remained silent.
Only the frequency of her staff swings quickened slightly, and the speed of clearing the discarded wooden boards on the beach also increased slightly.
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