Morning ca by rather quickly.
Coco was knocked out cold after things had dwindled down to silence, the mont Quizen revealed that Zaque was assuming things and left her alone to go ho, she imdiately went to bed.
Jacques also went ho after double checking the injuries in her body, worried she had bled through the bandages because of the unreasonable stress her husband had given her.
Thankfully, Coco was let off by a simple wrap of bandages around her torso to secure the gauzes in her injury.
Coco was glad that she didn’t have to endure the pain of being stitched, the scratch from the flying pig’s sharp feathers were shallow, but deep enough to make her bleed through her clothes.
With the pink haired woman bringing back the magical stones back to the butcher shop, having their mana restored in one go by Coco, she also took it upon herself to put it in the freezer.
Coco doesn’t know if she took too much Jacques’ ti before she forced her to leave the room, she hopes that by the ti she cos back to the shop, Renaldo is done butchering the flying pig.
Now, Coco’s done taking a bath, slling like fresh chamomile flower and wearing another pair of new clothes, she ventured out of the Red Horse Inn and went to the butcher shop.
"Coco!" Jacques was surprised to see the black haired woman walking and carrying a basket behind her, "What are you doing?! You’re not supposed to move around and carry heavy things!"
"But I have to check if so of my crops can be harvested today." Coco retorted back with her lips down turned, "If not, how can I earn money today?"
The thought of not selling sothing in a day made Coco feel upset. She had always dread of earning her own money and buying herself things, but how can she do that when Jacques is trying to scold her for doing what she needs to do?
"Well, you can’t go out yet— unless you bring soone with you." Jacques was stubborn as a mule and shook her head, her eyes shifting from Coco’s face down to her clothes.
All of a sudden, a feeling of realization hit her, hard.
".. Don’t tell you didn’t put anything in those scratches..?" Jacques asked, a look of horror settling in her face.
Coco’s body grew stiff and could only look away.
"Yeah! Tell her, lady!" The garden fairy exclaid, cheering on for Jacques to scold Coco further, "She didn’t listen to when I told her to cover her wounds and insisted on going out! It’s worrying !"
Coco ignored Lala’s ramblings and comntaries, opting to focus on the matter at hand instead.
"I need to go out to catch any monster to sell tonight." Coco said, firm with her decision as she turned her head away, not wanting to be swayed by anyone else.
"And no, I don’t want to bring anyone with ." Coco quickly added to her previous statent when she rembered what Jacques said earlier, "It’s hard to protect myself while protecting soone else. I think that’s the reason why I got hurt."
"Seriously?" Jacques asked, her eyebrows furrowing before turning to her husband, who was standing quietly beside them the whole ti they were talking, "Do you believe her?"
Coco turned to Renaldo as well.
The butcher raised his hands in the air in a surrendering manner and shook his head, "I don’t want a part of this."
"He doesn’t believe you." Jacques said and turned back to Coco which made Renaldo’s eyes go wide in shock, making him shake his head frantically.
"I said nothing." Renaldo interjected.
Coco simply rolled her eyes, a small smile creeping to her lips.
Renaldo basically told the two of them that he does believe Coco, but didn’t want Jacques to be upset with him thus he resorted to putting himself on ti out before he got dragged into the ss.
"How about this then? I’ll co back with just the potatoes today and maybe look around for sothing to catch instead of those large monsters?" Coco suggested to her friends, taking their concern for her injuries into consideration.
"Well.. If you go further up to the north, you should be able to stumble upon a farming rabbits’ den." Renaldo stated, pondering about the possible alternative for the big gas that Coco catches.
"Just how big is a single farming rabbit?" Coco tilted her head, blinking owlishly.
The butcher paused for a mont, looking at Coco and scanning her from head to toe, "About half of your size? They’re quite big, but not as tough as a flying pig and tough crocodile."
"So, it would be an easy catch then? Nice." Coco felt an excited grin creeping to her lips as she thought of ways to catch a asly rabbit.
"No, not really." Renaldo flushed her confidence down the drain by a simple three words of disagreent, "Farming rabbits uses farming tools like us. They might not be as strong as the other monsters in the forest, but they sure are smarter than them."
"Smarter?" Coco blinked.
"Smarter." Renaldo repeated what she said with a nod of his head, "They kill people like us how we skin their kind."
A cold chill ran down Coco’s spine.
The farming rabbits skins people because people skin farming rabbits? That’s way worse than a tough crocodile and flying pig!
With the tough crocodile, she could just use her trustworthy unbreakable hoe!
With the flying pig, she could just use her hand and foot— that sa goes for the poison tiger, too!
From what Coco could imagine, the farming rabbits are intelligent monsters even though they are weaker, but isn’t it more terrifying than knucklehead monsters?
"I think it’s best if I stick with the bigger ones—" Coco said, but was cut off by Renaldo.
"But why?"
"Because I don’t want to!" Coco exclaid and ran away from the couple.
I’m a coward, alright?!
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