Translator: mii
Editor: sleepchaser
My smartphone had been silent in my pocket since this morning.
God, your beloved child woke up, you know.
Please don’t stay quiet. Say something to him.
“…Let me do that.”
A large hand touched my arm that was holding an axe.
By the time I looked up, the small axe was already in the hero’s hand. And it looked even smaller now.
“Ah, thank you very much.”
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This was the second time the hero took over my job. Back when I had explained what tasks waited I had to do every day, he was completely silent. But now, this handsome man keeps robbing me of my work.
How surprising. To think that a person hailed as the hero would be willing to undertake such manual labour.
However, there was something written on his face, the same expression he wore while drawing water from the well earlier. An expression that clearly read “I can’t bear to see this any longer.”
How cool. Damn it.
I wasn’t really good with this whole chopping wood thing to begin with, since before I came to this world, I had never once held an axe in my hand. With my lack of skill, I’d need half a day to finish the whole thing. But under so much stress and fear, it would take me two days.
For this reason, I was very thankful toward the hero and honestly relieved.
There’s only one thing that had been bothering me. My PT.
As I listened to the calming rhythm of his axe swings, I sneaked a peek at my smartphone. My PT had not been updated ever since the Share a Bed task.
As I collected the firewood, I nodded. The next moment, the image of the hero paused in wood-chopping came into view.
“You’re goo—used to an axe, eh?” I said, forcing a smile. If I had said he was good at using an axe, that would probably sound weird.
But the hero shook his head. “No, this is my first time using one.”
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…What?
“I’m just used to these kind of things. The target is also not a moving target, so it’s easy to get the hang of it,” said the hero, swinging the axe in fluid actions. Like he was doing acrobatics.. Watching this, I only felt awkward. Let’s not ask what he meant by a moving target…
Her turned to me and said, “You seem like you’re not used to it.”
“I’ve never really used an axe before either, so…”
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