At the Northern Fort

"Pa."

"Yeah, what?

Walking around the fort with Woodbaum, calling him Dad on a bar reading.

Woodbaum seemed to be getting progressively stronger in his desire to have children if he watched Kugarg coming to see me or me, but he also seemed anxious to see if he would have a father.

So first of all, I'm doing a simulation with a parent-child setting.

"Pa."

But I can't deny how many times I've said it. For Woodbaum's sake, I just want to feel a little more.

"Pa!"

When you practice running around Woodbaum with the intention of becoming a deer,

"How are you, Milfilia?"

Haha laughed and Woodbaum said.

"But be careful, before -"

Gon! And there was a blunt sound, and I hit my head against the outer wall of the fort. He wasn't looking right in the front because he was running up at Woodbaum.

Chan! And he squeaks high and nods, keeping his head down with his forelegs.

"Ahhh! Oh, my God! What to do......! Let me see, you might have a cracked head."

Don't be scared! It's not broken!

"It hurt a little, but go"

I used to fall down the long stairs of the castle. This much is perfectly fine.

"Really? Good. You have to keep your eyes open when you have a child. 'Cause how many times has Milfiria been in danger? Fall into the fountain, fall every cage from your desk, hit your head against the outer wall..."

That's because I'm distracted and dodgy, and I don't think Woodbaum's kids are going to be in danger that many times because they might be a little more important. It's okay, it's okay.

And since I've been disgusted with my wastage additions and subtractions by saying it myself, we get back on track and we resume our walk.

Then I could see the back door of the dining room's cooking area in front of me.

I already got lunch for today's meal, but my legs are naturally heading that way. I wonder if there's any extra meat or something that tastes so good.

I tried to peek inside through the half-opened back door, and from the pantry next to the cooking area, a chef with a pumpkin came out.

"Oh, you're a fox."

I shook my tail and looked up at the chef. The chef who always makes delicious rice is such a great man in me.

"You've come to a good place. I just steamed the first pumpkin. You should taste it."

When the chef put the big pumpkin over the slab in the kitchen, he pinched the pumpkin cut into bites from the pot that apparently was cold next door and offered it to me.

The pumpkin is still a little hot, but it's enough to pinch it with your fingers, and it doesn't look hot.

I checked the smell once and then ate the pumpkin. It's sweet and delicious even though it doesn't taste like anything.

"Do you want a tree spirit too?

The chef also recommended Woodbaum, but Woodbaum shook his head.

"Yeah, I don't. Thank you. I had lunch and I'm not hungry."

The fact that my appetite is decreasing means that I am recovering well. Good. Good.

If I was so relieved to see Woodbaum, the Hokhok pumpkin would stick to my upper jaw. Stick around. Still a little hot!

Woodbaum worried me again as I kept my mouth open and struggled to say "haha" to take the pumpkin I stuck on my upper jaw with my tongue.

"MILPHILIA...!? Now what? What's the matter with you? Is it painful?"

"Ha! I think it's on my upper jaw. Even foxes can do that."

The chef laughs relaxed as Woodbaum panics. I tried to take the pumpkin with my fingers, but it came off well before then and I could swallow it with you.

Woodbaum exhales deeply and says.

"Oh, I'm surprised. Me, I knew it would be a few more decades before I made a child. I don't have a heart."

I don't think normal Spirit children would stick Hochhok pumpkins to their upper jaws, but Woodbaum seemed so determined. I knew it was bad that you made me a child.

I thanked the chef for the pumpkin and I headed to Woodbaum and the front of the fort.

Then, near the entrance and exit of the table, I ran into Mr. Tina and Mr. Lecca. Apparently, I replaced the gate guard with someone else, and the two of them were just about to go inside.

I rushed over well.

"Mr. Rekka! How'd it go yesterday?

"Master Mill! Listen to me!

When she noticed me, Ms. Rekka was excited to give me the report that has been the norm for the past few days.

"Last night I slept only in the moonlight. The fairy dropped the light and slept in Teena's bed, but it was still fine!

If you look closely, next to Mr. Rekka, a fairy was flying with a weaker light than before.

Rekka's overcoming of her phobia has gone so well since she witnessed the example of the chief of the branch, that the fairy's light is also weakened. Because Mr. Rekka is still fine.

Even before this, I walked through a narrow passage in the fort with me, Mr. Tina and Woodbaum, but Mr. Rekka was able to get through to the end without having to.

"It's going so well!

Seeing Rekka, who seemed happy, Tina also smiled. "Good for you," Woodbaum laughs, too.

"So, next thing you know..."

Mr Lecca says in a slightly nervous voice.

"Now I'm thinking about going into a closet like a warehouse. Just the entrance and exit, in a dark, closed place with no windows. There are many of those rooms in this fort, and they can come in at work, so you don't have to be scared."

"Yeah, so it's my turn tomorrow and Mr. Rekka's, so I thought I'd go down to the basement during the day, and I'm not afraid of dark spots or claustrophobia, but I'm a little scared, so I'm just wondering if there's anywhere else that's good."

They say there's a food storage room in the basement of the fort, or space for the surrounding residents to hide when things go wrong, or a safe house to keep sinners and prisoners away from the walls temporarily, but I've never been there yet.

But just imagining a dark, cold, creepy basement would scare me, too, so it would still be a high hurdle for Mr. Rekka.

"Then what about the pantry on the ground?

And so Woodbaum opened his mouth.

"We just came through the back of the cooking area, and that tiny building next door is the pantry, right? Why don't you let me use it over there?"

"Ah! That might be good"

Mr. Teena punches Pong in the hand.

"If you close the entrance and exit doors, it'll be dark, but unlike underground, you don't have to go up and down the narrow stairs, so if Mr. Rekka gets scared, he'll be out soon."

"Yeah, right. Tomorrow, I'll ask the chef to let me in."

Mr. Rekka didn't look anxious. Rather, he had eyes that felt like a mountaineer in front of the mountain, scary but a little excited.

The darkness and narrowness are getting fine, so I may have learned something called the sense of accomplishment that I'm going to overcome.