"Mom... I found a solution!" Hiraeth shouted as he came up at the kitchen.
Irish, who was heating milk, noticed her son who had just appeared, then continued her activities. "What solution did you find?" Irish asked.
"A solution of how to make your magic last longer and doesn't melt easily." Hiraeth explained, taking a chair to sit down.
Hiraeth gazed hungrily at the hot bread on the table, he was waiting for the warm milk being heated by Irish.
"Well, let me hear the solution." Irish sat in front of Hiraeth.
Hiraeth smiled, he was happy as Irish wanted to listen to some words from a child who did not have any educational background or knowledge. Perhaps, it was because of the soul occupied in the body of Hiraeth. Without the soul Hiraeth would be useless.
Despite the real Hiraeth never got education or even had knowledge and intelligence, Irish still listened to every word he said. Even long before he showed his ability, Irish always accepted whatever Hiraeth said.
"So?" Irish said when almost two minutes had passed but Hiraeth just smiled happily, he didn't even touch the meal. He just smiled at Irish.
Irish did not expect that just by agreeing to Hiraeth's wishes, she could see the smile of her son. After his father passed away back then, Hiraeth was so depressed. It was because their relationship was so close. Not to mention Hiraeth's condition was getting worse with time.
Sometimes, came to Irish's mind to return to her kingdom to ask for help from her brother or father, but she couldn't do that. It was not about prestige, but it took time and cost.
They need about twenty to thirty gold coins for transportation costs, then the cost of living on the ship until they got to the port of Amerta. At least they had to prepare sixty gold coins as the food cost on the ship would be more expensive. They need at least a hundred gold coins.
Irish could have collected the coins easily, but she was not sure that her family would give the help. She was afraid of being considered a traitor to the country so as it was hard for her to get into the kingdom territory. Then all her efforts would be in vain.
At least Irish was grateful that her son's condition was better. No, Hiraeth was already very healthy, he could run around, swim, even now he was able to think hard and came up with brilliant ideas, even though he didn't get formal education. "is he as smart as his father?'-,
"Mom, how long would your ice last in the open space?" Hiraeth began to ask questions.
"If it's at this temperature, it's probably about five hours. If it's a little cooler like at night it might last for six or seven hours." Irish replied to the question of her son.
"What about in a humid and airless room?" Hiraeth asked again.
Irish didn't answer the question immediately, while chewing bread, she thought for a moment. She turned to Hiraeth and replied. "It depends on the humidity, the width of the ice and the stability of the temperature in the room." Irish continued "Perhaps it's about 12 to 18 hours. It can also be longer or shorter than that."
Hiraeth was smiling when listening to Irish's explanation. Despite talking to a child who was classified as stupid, Irish didn't reply to his question carelessly.
"What if we build a wine cellar?"
"A wine cellar?" Irish repeated Hiraeth's words. She had no idea the reason her son suggested building a wine cellar while they were thinking about preserving food.
"Yes. I heard the wine cellar has a temperature stability as it's underground. So, it will be airless and the temperature won't change easily and also has a high level of humidity, won't it?" Hiraeth conveyed his ideas in one breath.
Irish was impressed with her son. Maybe it seemed simple, although he just imitated the wine cellar concept.
Hiraeth's excited expression instantly turned gloomy, it made Irish surprised. "What's going on?" Irish asked, feeling worried.
"But I have no idea how to build a cellar. I bet I can't dig a big room with a hoe. I also have no idea how to build a strong room to make it impermeable to water." Hiraeth conveyed his anxiety.
"So, it makes you sad?" Apparently you're really a child."
"What do you mean?" Hiraeth protests.
"Hahaha, you have a simple mind even if your idea is brilliant. We could pay someone to build the cellar. It will probably cost quite a lot, but it's better than digging it up with a hoe."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and after they dig it up, they can make the surface of the cellar solid and impermeable."
"But that will need a lot of costs. We have to earn money."
"I don't think so, as he's my friend. I think five gold coins is enough. I also have extra money if we need it more."
That night, Hiraeth and Irish were busy drawing the cellar design, along with shelves and all items needed.
***
"Good afternoon, Hiraeth ... nice to see you, I'm Hansel." A man in the clothes of a coachman greeted Hiraeth. It seemed that he was a friend his mother meant last night.
"Good afternoon."
Hiraeth turned to his mother, she nodded as if she could read the mind of her son.
"I think you can build the cellar right now. Didn't I show you the design?" Irish asked to Hansel
"Alright, come on."
Hiraeth missed his morning sports activity. He had been cleaning the shed since morning that he wasn't aware it was getting midday. They would use the back shed as a door which headed to the cellar. That was why Hiraeth had to clean and remove the planks which were on the floor.
In addition, Hiraeth was also making mini shelves from the plank floor he had previously removed. Hiraeth ventured to go to the quarters to harvest fish around 2 o'clock in the afternoon. He had no time to deal with the fish since yesterday. Hiraeth certainly did it carefully, making sure no one followed him. And luckily he was able to return safely without anyone following him.
"Are you sure you want to make a cellar like this?" Hansel asked to Hiraeth.
"Of course. Please do your best." Hiraeth said politely.
"Sure, boy."
Hansel began touching the surface of the ground and miraculously the ground moved slowly forming a ladder. His mother said that it took about 3-5 hours.
"Are you happy?" Irish asked, stroking Hiraeth's head who was staring at Hansel.
"Of course. "You're the best, Mom."
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TBC