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Liloas Chapter 1: The Fruit

Why? If you just stop being annoyed, we dont have to waste any more ti either. Unless you think Ill never be able to make up for it? I know its hard to do big things, but I have my arms and legs How can you be so sure I cant give you back even just a minute? Or, do you not consider a single minute worth the effort? How could soone who cant spare a minute whine about his wasted hour? All your words are a ss! Youre an ill-tempered and incoherent little crab!

What? Little crab? Youre the one who doesnt even know how to do it right!

If you think my digging is wrong, you can tell ! Why are you getting so mad without telling

anything? Of course, I do it the wrong way because youre not teaching ! How about you, were you born knowing how to dig a furrow? If you think Im useless, then soone pretending to be an adult should teach . Do you want

to live as a useless being forever? Do you want

to remain as an annoying child who only knows how to keep her mouth shut? Is this your way of showing off because youve been so useful since you were born? Its not

whos annoying, its you!

At the end of her speech, Liloa shouted out her most honest feelings.

I dont ever want to hear people say that sitting still is the best thing I can do! I wasnt born to stay still!

Silence fell over the garden when Liloas shouting ca to a halt. The two locked their eyes on each other as their shoulders moved up and down with their breathing. The boy then swept his sweaty bangs using the back of his hand, soiling his smooth forehead. The look of irritation slowly disappeared from his flushed cheeks, and he asked a serious question.

Are you sure?

What?

You want to do ones part? Is that what you an?

Liloa snorted and lifted her chin.

At least your brain is smart enough to understand! I guess being a doctor isnt nonsense after all, right?

Now that the boy beca impressed by Liloas boldness, he was no longer annoyed.

He quietly looked down at her and turned himself around.

Follow .

Liloa quickly stood up and followed him, not even bothering to shake off the dirt from her skirt. Liloa looked up at the boys tall physique as she grabbed her dress and caught up with his steps. Under the Malus early sumr sun, his sweat-soaked shirt clung to his back and glimred. The cicadas* that woke up to welco sumr were chirping loudly.

Liloa hastily moved her feet and stuck next to him.

But what kind of seeds were that?

Cant help being curious, huh?

Yes! So tell , what kind of seeds were that?

Its the seed of a herb that has pain-relieving properties. It grows well in hot climates, so I brought it all the way to Malus to grow it.

Oh, youre trying to grow herbs.

I cant believe he grows herbs by himself. Perhaps he really is a doctor. If thats the case, his actions have been misunderstood

The thought upset Liloa, so she muttered to him.

You were actually doing sothing good, but you were misunderstood The others saw you digging every day and it made them think you were burying a body. Thats why they called you a murderer

I told you to be polite and call

doctor.

But you were rude to

from the very beginning. So I dont have to be polite to you. Youre actually the first person to treat

so arrogantly.

It looks like you grew up being treated very well.

The boys remark was accompanied by a peek at her. Liloa felt a peculiar, incomprehensible emotion whenever he narrowed his eyes and gazed at her like that.

Liloa scowled and pursed her lips, attempting to suppress her feelings.

After a while, they reached the entrance of a small forest on one side of the garden. The dense sh-like tree branches draped coolly over their heads and shoulders. The cool and refreshing scent of the trees spread along the wind, and the wings of birds could be heard intermittently through the leaves.

The boy soon pointed to a tree that wasnt very high. It was full of fist-sized red fruits that were easily reachable by adults.

Pick the fruits of that tree. I know you cant use a ladder because youre wearing a skirt, so try this instead.

..?

He demonstrated the action using a thin wooden pole. At the end of the pole was a sharp tal bar similar to a hook, which was used to cut off the upper stem of the fruit, causing the fruit to fall down.

Hold it like this and hold it firmly, once you hit the fruit lightly, it cos off easily. Its not difficult.

Can the fruit fall directly on the ground?

It doesnt matter, Im going to juice it anyway.

Liloa watched closely what the boy was doing. When he handed her the pole, she roughly imitated his actions and made the fruit drop. Just like the boy said, it didnt take that much effort.

When Liloa moved her feet in search of the next viable fruit, the boy spoke from behind.

Good. Youre a good observer and have sharp eyes. Actually, you also dug a decent furrow earlier.

..?

At his unexpected complint, Liloa jerked her head around to look at the boy, but the latter was trying his best to not look embarrassed.

Im not trying to be friendly, so dont get

wrong.

Then why?

I just figured that what you said was right. Its unfair to be criticised without even being given a chance to make up for it. I apologise for belittling you.

The boy turned around with a stiff expression on his face as if he was also embarrassed to apologise.

Now, pick up the fruit and put it in the basket over there. This much will be enough.

Liloa thought as she grabbed the fruit.

The boy is so strange. There must be dozens of servants to manage his mansion, but he moves and sweats his body as though its ordinary for him. And even though I volunteered to do it too, he had no qualms about putting

to work.

Liloa was then reminded of the rising nobility that the people visiting the salons had criticised.

They earn by working, and they take pride in it So, could he be an erging noble?

Liloas thoughts slowly turned defensive without even realising.

If a person does sothing good, such as growing dicinal herbs for healing people, they should be recognized for their work and rightfully rewarded with a title. However, the people in the salon simply and unreasonably criticise the new nobility for being vulgar.

Liloa couldnt follow those adults reasoning at all.

That night, Liloa covered herself with a blanket and reflected on her day. Although her shoulders were sore, the joy and satisfaction of jumping around eased her discomfort. She was indescribably proud of herself. The boy told her that the red fruit that she picked today could help disinfect wounds. He also explained that disinfection was a technique to clean the wound and prevent it from getting worse. It was truly rewarding for her to know that her own labour would help soones treatnt. From that point on, she beca even more detached in her comprehension of the grownups who labelled individuals, who utilised their bodies for labour, as vulgar.

But at the very next mont, Liloa suddenly beca downcast and weakly pulled her blanket. She exhaled a frustrated breath. Her change in mood was because the boy told her that her harvest had been enough and that there was no need for her to co again. He said her work was equivalent to more than an hours worth of help, and that she did better than expected. Those praises ca from the very doctor who had a high opinion of himself. And even though she was happy with the complint, it also made her a bit disappointed, because she wanted to work there again. Picking up fruits felt much more aningful than learning how to use a fan at the salon. Although she had to keep holding the pole while looking up at the tree, her whole body felt energised enough that she didnt even notice that it was physically tiring. The mont she could help soone was nothing short of brilliant.

Moreover, the boys praise made Liloas heart flutter more than any praise she had ever heard. She never truly appreciated the complints that were showered on her when she stayed wonderfully still. But the boys complints were different. He didnt find Liloas movents strange or rude, but rather praised her when she moved brilliantly. He didnt hold back in predicting what her arms and legs could accomplish, and indeed, Liloa achieved it. For Liloa, the series of experiences she had with the boy were unfamiliar and overwhelming. But at the sa ti, it made her wonder why people kept telling her to stay still and maintain such a beautiful figure when she could move so well.

Liloa was tempted to ask the boy those questions.

He looks very smart, so maybe his answer will be unique and refreshing

Footnote:

Cicadas: Cicadas are large insects made conspicuous by the courtship calls of the males. They are characterised by having three joints in their tarsi, and having small antennae with conical bases and three to six segnts, including a seta at the tip [WIKI]

For the people who arent familiar with the Cicada, you could compare it with a plain old cricket. Dont take that statent too literally, though. There are big differences between them in terms of appearance and they dont even belong to the sa insect family, but the idea remains the sa; a larger bug-like insect that creates sounds.

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