The two players guarding the door had long known that Annan had gone out "to grab some stuff."
But they clearly hadn't expected that Annan, just by making a round trip, could actually bring back so much stuff...
"...Do, do you need help carrying anything?"
Seeing Annan moving towards the city lord's mansion as slowly as a snail, they hurried over and asked enthusiastically.
With a backpack as huge and heavy as a high schooler's at the start of vacation, a wooden bucket that reached down to his knees—and which bumped against his leg at every step—in his hands, and a giant lollipop-like object wrapped in cotton, bigger even than Annan himself—it was obviously very heavy.
Annan glanced at the two players.
Are you guys coveting my favorability again?
Mainly because their reaction was all too familiar...
It was just like the start of the college year when enthusiastic upperclassmen would rush over to help freshmen carry their bags.
Oh, perhaps freshmen isn't quite right.
