‘I wonder how she lived to trust her brother so much.’
A little while back, Weed’s words to Yurin were kept to a minimal, yet somehow, the message from one to another was well understood.
Her parents died when she was young, so it was tough having a steady home.
‘I don’t how anyone lived without money. Even the dolls I had were foreign made.’
Zephyr had never first hand experienced any kind of poverty.
When he was a kid, instead of toys to play with, he was handed jewelry and many things that shouldn’t be given to a kid.
Only times where he’d went without money was when he didn’t receive his allowance for not cleaning his room, or had his platinum credit card taken away for a slip in his grades.
His one crushing trauma was when he didn’t have the money to go to night clubs with his friends the week after.
‘She is such a nice and pretty girl to live such a heart wrenching life.’
Zephyr couldn’t endure watching from the side.
He didn’t know anything regarding Yurin and was not appropriate to console her.
He though she should at the very least smile a lot more while enjoying Royal Road, but now only to encounter an embarrassing moment brought on by the Geomchis.
Zephyr said to her kindly.
“It’s alright. It’ll be fine.”
“Hm?”
Yurin seemingly confused, as she didn’t understand what she was told.
She was enjoying painting. Envisioned what color goes where to produce a beautiful painting.
She was happy when finished her drawing!
This was a good thing, so she brooded over what she was told from next to her.
Due to the unusual reaction, Zephyr said cautiously.
“Umm, have you not heard? Due to the Geomchis embarrassing actions, we called together a meeting to plan what we should do.”
Yurin’s eyes twinkled.
“Why? Aren’t they cool?”
“……”
Zephyr jaw dropped.
“I drew a picture of it to keep for a long time. On another note, I can sell this to girls for money. Hehehe.”
“……”
Zephyr felt a cold sweat running down his spine.
He was momentarily captured by Yurin’s cuteness.
But she was still Weed’s younger sister. This was absolutely not something that could be easily overlooked.
***
Weed and the party continued to move eastward toward Todeum.
According to the information gather from Seirun, the trip could take as much as ten days!
“Really tough.”
Zephyr heaved a heavy sigh.
Under normal conditions, there would be some sort of transportation via horses or carriages for such a journey. But here and now, it was the world of vampires.
There was no such convenience.
Although there was Mapan’s wagon, but it could only seat a limited amount of people; only Irene, Hwaryeong, Romuna, and Yurin were those that rode it as they had low stamina.
“Heokheok.” (wheezing)
“Damn, really.”
They were slowly traversing the road; and whenever anyone felt out of stamina, Irene would cast magic spells that restores physical properties.
After a full day of walking until the evening, the party would rest to eat. Of course, the foods were made by Weed.
“I’ll make food that’ll increase stamina and decrease fatigue for ten days or so.”
Weed put herbs into the chicken.
Well stuffed chicken!
Of course, the mix of herbs contained very little ginseng or dry bellflower, as to not let their scent ruined the chicken flavor.
“It’s only still broiling and I’m already hooked.”
Everyone traveled the same span of time and distance. All were physically tired, the toll on their mind called for a rest as well. Nevertheless, Weed still had to prepare the large quantity of food.
As a matter of fact, Hwaryeong and Yurin tugged on Weed’s sleeves to offer their assistance, only to be declined by him.
“Usually I don’t mind, but this time the food needs to be much better than other times, so it’s better if I do make it myself.”
When people with low cooking skill cooks, they tends to be very wasteful of the cooking materials.
“Ok, but if it gets too tough, call me.”
“Brother, I can lend you a hand anytime.”
Hwaryeong and Yurin were forced to retreat.
After eating a hearty meal of herbal chicken stew, Weed resumed to his usual actions at night.
Sagaksagak. (carving sound)
Weed was carving a sculpture while walking. Using the plain method of actually carving rather than relying on his actual skills to sculpt the wood.
“Every little thing when comes together will always bear fruit to something greater.”
When he created a Magnum piece, his skill proficiency rose considerably. But until now, despite having carved maybe a dozen pieces per day, many of which were Classic rather than Magnum pieces.
When relaxing after a battle, if he wasn’t carving, he would sow or did smithing. Or fishes while he sculpted
Comparing to the long cooking hours and preparations, carving was as simple as pulling a piece of wood out and begin.
As his goal was far away, he knew it would take a long while before achieving it.
And he tirelessly devoted to travel that long path knowing that it was the fastest way to make his dream comes true.
Attaining his dream through sculptures, as well as other acquired production skills; they were his driving force.
An endless road of physical labor.
More than the being strong or the aptitude to learn, was the will of complete devotion.
Though relying on just that is simply exasperating.
So there is another reason for one wanting to become stronger.
On Versailles continent, there were numerous dungeons and hunting grounds, as well as a wide variety of quests. To face and fight stronger monsters and overcoming the risks was the main reason for him to get stronger.
So purposefully continuing, the constant work was not at all tedious.
They have traveled for three days.
From onto the wagon, Hwaryeong asked apologetically.
“Weed nim. Isn’t walking getting harder?”
“No. I’m just worry over the broadcasting material!”
“……”