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Now that his magic was gradually returning, he used magic without even trying. Merson blamed his finger on how useful it is! As he bounces it, the dust accumulated in every corner of the house disappears, and when he puts his palm on my sweaty forehead after finishing farming, my skin becomes soft like freshly washed.

But it was not all pleasurable for Merson to use magic. No, it was more correct to say that I didn’t like it.

Even if a certain amount of magic has been restored, if it is used, the magic will decrease again. With the emptiness inside his body, if he quickly used up the magical energy that had been filled with, it was as if he was just walking in the same place in the end.

Moreover, when using magic, the emptiness inside Merson felt even bigger, so he persistently demanded vital energy. Wanting to receive my energy, he gasped and wrinkled his face sadly as if he was about to lose his breath.

I couldn’t turn a blind eye to it. Whatever the reason, it was not enough that I destroyed the mark of the engraving, I even brought in an innocent Merson who had lost his memory and made him work; the feeling of guilt followed like a tag.

Since the act of giving vital energy is to hand over all the energy that has penetrated deep into the body, which is more than physical strength, to Merson, after the act is over, I don’t have the strength to lift a finger, and strangely… My body trembled with an unknown feeling.

It was not very good. For Merson and for me, the use of magic is something that should be completely avoided.

However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t completely stop Merson from using magic like a habit.

Even in this world, there were very few people who used magic. In a small town, even just by floating a fruit such as an apple in the air, he is praised as an archmage… I remember reading it in a novel.

Making an apple float is kind of funny. The villagers will be stunned to see Merson who can lift a house with the flick of a finger. It was just right for him to live as a young couple who helped me with small farm work like now. Even more now, before meeting Saint Serdebella.

As time passed and we got used to the unfamiliar Serjain, our work had solidified.

When I opened my eyes, I climbed the mountain, (Merson) cut down the trees, and (Merson) cut it into small pieces for use as firewood and gave it to the villagers. (Oh, I went too, empty-handed of course).

In our spare time, if the villagers asked for a favor, we went to help and received a reward of pocket money. I worked for three months to buy a used bed, so I got a rough idea of

how small the money was, even if I didn’t know the currency.

These days, gardening was fun, so I ran to the garden from time to time. When summer comes, the peppers are ripening bright red, and the eggplant and cherry tomatoes open up with their own colors.

I had just watered it, so water droplets formed under the cherry tomatoes that had bloomed. Oh, it’s cute!

When I carefully tapped and touched it with my index finger, the cherry tomatoes shook slightly and spat water droplets on my finger. Hang in there. Sister will eat you all soon!

I have been bent over for a long time, and around the time my lower back hurt, something hot and moist touched my cheek and then fell off.

Smooch.

“Merson?”

“Please look at me now.”

Crack.

When I straightened my back, the sound of ‘Aaaaah!’ came out of nowhere. I heard the sound of crackling, bone clashing, and felt refreshed.

I patted Merson on the back as a sign of understanding, and walked past him into the house. I don’t think he ever gets tired. It’s been pretty much the same for two years.

“Uwaack!”

Thud! Thud!

Merson followed me with a loud footstep, grabbing my arm tightly and turning around. I bent down and the red dissatisfied eyes were burning right in front of me. I seemed to see letters that weren’t even on Merson’s forehead.

‘I.Am.Upset.’

Haha…….

“Erina.”

“Yes.”

“Me or that garden?”

I thought this It was true that watching the garden that had just started to bear fruit became a day’s pleasure and I didn’t pay attention to Merson.

No, it is. This question is a bit…….

“The garden? Aack!”

Merson grabbed my arm a little hard. It hurts! Then he couldn’t hide his crying expression. The red eyes that I thought were sharp enough to cut off my soul didn’t suit when they had water in them. Ah! I’m sorry, sorry!

“It’s a joke! Don’t cry. Of course you.”

I gently rubbed his eyes with my thumb. It’s my fault.

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