My Daughter Left the Nest and Returned an S-Rank Adventurer: Volume 1 by MOJIKAKIYA

Author:MOJIKAKIYA [MOJIKAKIYA]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: J-Novel Club
Published: 2021-09-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9: It Was a Dream

It was a dream, and Belgrieve knew it. He was staring down from the musty ceiling of what seemed to be the inside of a dungeon. The stone floor stretched further and further into the darkness, sandwiched between uneven walls. He could not move his body, yet his vision was terribly clear despite the dimness.

Eventually, several people walked down the path. They were young—eighteen at best. They wore relatively new equipment, each holding up their weapon as they walked with hope and confidence in their step. This was the unwavering stride of youth.

At the lead was a boy whose hair was the color of hay. He had an intellectual look to him, and he would frequently strike up a conversation with the members following behind. He tried to speak in hushed tones, but it seemed like he was still trying to find the appropriate volume for these halls.

One spot behind him, a red-haired boy occasionally chimed in with a wry smile. He was followed by a girl with silver hair, and then a brown-haired boy, who both tagged along with a smile.

Don’t do it, Belgrieve pleaded, but no words would escape his mouth. He could kick and scream all he wanted, and nothing would come of it. Don’t go past there! His desperate scream did not reach them.

It wasn’t long before something pounced from the darkness—it came down upon the boy at the lead. He tried to pull his sword, but he was a beat too late. And that was when the red-haired boy pushed the leader out of the way.

Belgrieve’s long-gone right leg began to burn in seething pain.

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The snow came down in spades. It made for a magnificent frigid spectacle as it fell, the soft streams of white carrying off every sound it could. Consequently, it was terribly quiet, the silence broken only by the faint crackle of the fireplace and the hissing of the simmering kettle hung over it.

Despite all the snow, the sky was a milky hue—an irksome brightness that made the piled snow sting the eyes.

Belgrieve sat by the fireplace carding sheep wool. There wasn’t much work he could do outside at this time of year; the most important tasks were to keep the snow from piling on the roof and to shovel the paths. From time to time, he would also help the lumberjacks in the forest, though that rarely ever happened when the snow was this thick.

Winter was, instead, the season for housework: beans were separated, wool was carded, and textiles would be made from the resultant yarn. If he took a walk, he would hear the clacking of looms coming from every house.

Most households in Turnera raised sheep. Kerry had an extraordinarily large flock, and a large spinning workshop to go along with it. Everyone else would spin their wool in their own homes, weaving and knitting it into clothing.

Belgrieve did not have any sheep of his own, but Kerry and the other villagers would always share a bit with him.

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