She dare not think like that now. She was but an insignificant creature abandoned by the gods, or more pitifully, just a mere creature. It was her own doing, just like what Kael'danil constantly complained about: the God of Life does not favor elves...
With such clear understanding, she approached this task with a positive attitude. Picking farm fertilizer? Big deal, she could do that.
But...but... the stench from the buckets sent shivers down her spine. Lisa had the advantage in this regard; she couldn't smell anything.
Obviously, wielding a long stick was not going to lift anything, it almost knocked over the bucket. The contents sloshed about, spattering everywhere.
Aestolia screamed and lunged several meters away, even though she was wrapped in layers of shield. Even sparks couldn't touch her.
However, she didn't want them to touch her shield either. If she were to be touched, she would rather do without it. Even if the shield was invisible energy, it was disturbing.
