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All night, Hiraeth focused on staring at Hansel who built the cellar. Meanwhile Irish made snacks and drinks.
Hiraeth talked with enthusiasm with Hansel, because it was hard to find someone who wanted to talk seriously with him. Some of them even told lies, but when Hiraeth argued with them, instead, they got angry and thought Hiraeth was rude and so on. That was why Hiraeth seemed happy to listen to Hansel's story who was a soldier.
Hiraeth seemed to be able to keep up with the conversation. He looked excited to hear the story about the capital and the palace.
"Have you met Mr. Evan?" Hiraeth asked.
Hansel who was forming a crib from the ground, turned his head. He nodded in response. "What is he like in your eyes? Many people talked about him, is he that cool?" Hiraeth asked, trying to provoke as naturally as possible.
Hansel was speechless, his eyes watering at Hiraeth's question, but he removed the tears as he didn't want to look weak. He was a soldier, he was strong.
"Mr. Evan was a much more powerful man than the rumors. He sacrificed himself for the kingdom. But some time ago I heard a rumor that Mr. Evan was the cause of the monsters losing control..." Hansel kept the story while focusing on the box he was forming. He noticed the ground rising up slowly. He did it slowly as he had to compact the ground so it wouldn't absorb water and could be used as a container, such as pail or bowl.
Hiraeth held back his anger when listened to Hansel. He clenched his hands, couldn't accept the injustice. He had sacrificed his life for the country, even for Disher who betrayed him, and now he spreaded bad rumors?
Hiraeth was so angry, he wanted to shout that Disher did it all, not him He wanted to give explanation, but when he said a word, "But..."
"But I don't believe in those rumors!" Hansel said all of a sudden after being silent for a moment.
Hansel looked towards Hiraeth after previously only staring at his work. His eyes flashed fire and spirit, showing his mind.
"I don't believe the rumors, I saw with my own eyes that he was protecting his subordinates. Even though he didn't know me but he saved my life. But when I got my consciousness, he was gone... I... hadn't even thanked him yet..."
Hiraeth bit his lower lip, trying to hold back his cry. Those who had never been cared for were crying for him, instead those who had close relation made a betrayal. And at the moment Disher was also trying to destroy his reputation through the rumors. 'where's your promise, you bastard'-,
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Irish looked at the cellar which formed as their request. Hansel also told them the existence of a secret passage as an emergency exit if something bad happened or accidentally got trap and couldn't get out through the main door.
They thanked Hansel, in addition to constructing the cellar, he also told Hiraeth many things as an important information about the current situation. They gave Hansel 6 gold coins and a bag of fish, he went away by riding his horse across the night road, leaving the residence of Hiraeth and Irish.
"It looks like you need to freeze this place slowly, mom. I don't want you to push yourself," Hiraeth said as they returned to the recently completed cellar. The cellar was quite spacious, even larger than Hiraeth's room.
Irish turned to her son, she didn't expect that Hiraeth paid much attention to her. Freezing such a small room was not too difficult, but establishing a layer of ice to five to ten centimeters was not an easy matter.
It could take a lot of time and effort and Hiraeth was aware of that. That was why he warned Irish not to push herself.
"It's enough to freeze this place a little. We can continue it tomorrow.
Irish nodded. Irish managed to freeze the cellar even though it was a little awkward for her as she didn't use magic for a long time. She didn't create a thick layer of ice, but she could create a thin one in the entire room. 'it could be better if I had her ice magic. It has many advantages, on the other side this magic is a rare type and also this kind of magic is at the third level as the most powerful magic.' -Hiraeth thought.
"Let's take a break then." Irish asked her son to leave the cellar. She closed the door to keep the cold so it lasted longer. Afterward they went upstairs and turned up in a room that was previously a warehouse.
Irish kissed Hiraeth's forehead, before they finally returned to their own rooms. In the room, Hiraeth found Owen sound asleep It seemed that the bird was quite tired after a day of flying training.
When Hiraeth went to the quarters, he trained Owen to fly again. Although Owen's wound still hadn't healed completely but the wound on Owen's wing was better and would not give a bad impact as long as he didn't train excessively.
Hiraeth was afraid that Owen had forgotten his identity as a bird as he was accustomed to use legs. In addition he wanted Owen could protect himself, at least by flying could give another choice in saving his life.
"Now, we've done to preserve food. We just need to collect foodstuffs for the winter. Hiraeth muttered as he laid down on the bed.
"Ah, I think keeping some cheese in the cellar would be better, there will be no flies and other disgusting animal." Hiraeth muttered again.
Hiraeth felt full of spirit even he could not wait for tomorrow. He was curious to find out what kind of other stuffs that could be stored in the cellar. Could it store vegetables and fruits? If it could, wasn't it good?
"Now, I'll think about how to improve my ability as soon as possible. That bastard would defame me and I can't let him!"
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TBC