Cutting grass apparently requires skill and energy, as beginners like me work very slowly because there are many things I don't know. Straightening my aching back from crouching too long, my hands feel numb from holding the grass scissors. I feel like importing a grass cutting machine from my world so I don't have to struggle, and the results will definitely be much faster.Sweat dripping and my clothes already soaked with sweat, I gather the piles of grass to be collected in the corner, which is piled up with weeds. It's almost noon and decorations are starting to be put up and worked on, I don't understand whether Duke, whatever his name is, will sing or dance, hence needing navy-colored decorations with furniture glittering. Considering this is Lord Crys, I'm sure the furniture is made of gold, as evidenced by his servants wearing gloves to display it.I scan around to find Celine, but she's nowhere to be seen. However, three baskets of fresh flowers are then delivered to the back

They say, a man who hits a woman is a coward and a scoundrel. But would you agree if I slapped a mother like Anne just once, who has been extremely unreasonable with her child?I was almost about to deliver that slap if I hadn't caught a glimpse of Celine's shadow on Anne's face. I released my grip on her shirt until she bumped into the door.My anger still boiled inside me, causing my breath to rise and fall rapidly. I could also see a few people peeking curiously into my house, quickly turning away when our eyes met. I was sure my earlier yelling had piqued their curiosity."Hah, so you have manners too?" Anne said arrogantly.I looked at her sharply. "Don't talk to me about manners, you even hit her often. You should be ashamed of yourself," I replied emphatically."Don't expect me to thank you for saving her!" she exclaimed, pointing to Celine, who fortunately was still sound asleep."Oh? So you knew your daughter was poisoned, yet you pretended not to know on the street earlier?

"Ow, lanterns! Be careful, Joe, that bench is already wobbly. Secure it tightly or it will fall and burn down this stall," Mr. Gunter warned me as I stood on the unsteady three-legged bench. Only one day left until the party, and now the townsfolk were decorating their homes and streets with red and gold lanterns.I climbed down from the bench and admired my handiwork hanging above Mr. Gunter's stall. Other stalls looked just the same, with some even adding mini Elf ornaments in front of them. It felt like a festival, especially since it had been 20 years since the last one, no wonder everyone was so enthusiastic.Horse-drawn carriages bustled back and forth carrying passengers laden with many purchases. It seemed like almost everyone in the village was out on the streets as every stall was crowded with buyers.Beyond all that, Lord Crys's mansion glowed from afar with various lanterns and petromax lamps, creating a festive atmosphere. I had finished my grass-cutting job today, and th

Due to my extreme poverty, I don't have a mirror in my little shack, and I never even considered buying one. So, I use the reflection from the window glass to admire myself, neatly dressed in my modest attire. My trusty old black shirt, and oversized pants of the same color. I comb my hair, which is starting to grow past my ears; I might not have noticed if I hadn't looked in the mirror today.I make sure I don't smell of sweat because even though I don't wear perfume, I refuse to go out smelling like that. Poverty is one thing, but smelling bad is out of the question!I also grab my bag containing the remnants of my silver coins, only fifty pieces left. Most of them I've spent on food, and the most draining expense is the paper and pen I use as long as possible. I don't consider it wasteful because I use it to teach my students how to read! I'm proud, and I still have plenty of gold coins!This is just in case I have to pay for food at the party, and I don't want to attend such an ev

"Ew, the smell of human blood is fishy," commented one of the Elves pointing a sword while covering his nose in distaste. "Yeah, there's nothing good about them," the other Elf said. I gritted my teeth. Damn them, instead of helping, they were making fun of me! Being too angry, I pushed Mr. Shuan out of the way, to hell with the trouble I would get into later. Celine was already crying out hysterically as she shook her mother's body. I quickly lifted Anne's body, but I forgot that I wasn't that strong. However, I tried with all my might to carry her somewhere, certainly away from the savages who were just watching this event. "Where are you going, human? Duke Nephim is still here, so why do you think you can leave without his consent?" The dark blue-eyed elf seemed to be the leader of the aides because he was the most talkative and had the most annoying face. I rolled my eyes lazily. "Didn't you see that someone was injured? You must have no intention of healing him, I'll take hi