Chapter 70 – Accidents
“…”
Monday is back after the weekend has passed.
The beginning of a meaningless day without Lucia.
She was already awake, but Mason didn’t get out of bed.
I just lay there blankly, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the next five days of hell.
Is there a reason I have to get out of this bed?
My body was heavy, my daily life was meaningless, and days without Lucia were just time I had to spend to spend time with Lucia.
She knows she has to get out of bed and head to work, but her lethargic body refuses to get out of bed.
I was depressed. Tired, angry and irritable treadmill life.
“… I miss you.”
Mason murmured softly, and she turned on her side and tossed the covers on her back.
Just one day, Lucia had left just one day earlier, and she felt as if everything in her life had been taken away.
But because she can’t be out of work.
I have to earn money for the future I will spend with Lucia.
Mason struggled to get out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. After washing her body, she slowly changed her clothes.
She tilted her head for a moment as she wore the normal everyday clothes she always wore to work.
Her clothes felt a bit big. A difference so small and so small that you won’t even notice it if you don’t pay attention.
Feeling puzzled for a moment, she stood in front of the mirror and ran her hand over the surplus of her fabric. Her forearms, thighs, and calves.
Oddly soft, gripping skin.
Only then did she realize the true nature of her incongruity.
The muscles in her body, which had been strengthened through the same training and work every day for years, were gradually losing.
“…”
Somehow, there must have been a reason why it felt harder than before to do the same work as usual at work.
Mason looks back and forth at her body in the mirror.
The gradual disappearance of her stocky body she had meant that her hard work, her hard living past, were gradually fading away.
But there is no sense of loss.
Now, the part that swords and knights occupy in her life is meaningless.
In her life with Lucia, the sword and hard body were no longer needed, so she could just live like this.
Rather, it was a car that Lucia thought it would not be bad for her to develop a more feminine body that she might find her attractive.
It might be a bit unreasonable to do the job, but I don’t think I’ll easily lose the position I got with Isabella’s favor anyway.
So Mason finished her preparations and headed to Isabella’s farm.
She felt burdened by Isabella’s favor with her, and also to the point of overshadowing her past, in which she felt her suspicions and rejection of Isabella.
Before she starts working at work, she is briefed on what she has to do today. She raises her head for a moment at the unusual voice and looks at the manager.
It was the first face she had ever seen. Is she a new manager?
Mason looks at him for a moment and then lowers her head again.
I don’t feel the need to remember much.
Lunch time after arriving at Isabella’s farm and finishing the morning routine.
Mason was having lunch with other workers. While she was eating a meal in the shade, away from her tedious routine and the increasingly stinging sun, a man spoke to Mason.
“Mason, are you okay these days?”
Mason, who was just slowly chewing on her food, mesmerized by her, raised her head at the sound of her calling.
There she was watching her, one of her middle-aged laborers working alongside her.
Mason looks at him and raises his eyebrows slightly.
… Who was it
I think she ran into it a few times when she went to town.
She seems to have known her before, even before that.
“… Yes, nothing special.”
She gives such an appropriate answer, evading it with an awkward smile. She tried to end the conversation like that, but the man continued with a worried expression.
“Are you okay? No, it seems that I have no energy lately, and whenever I work, I feel like I am overpowering for some reason, so I must say that I have lost my mind for some reason.”
The man continued to pour out his worries, but only one thought settled in Mason’s mind as he listened to him.
… It’s annoying.
She felt that her little break was interrupted by his constant talking.
It was a change of heart that she could not have imagined if she had been her ex, but Mason could not afford to notice her own change.
“… It’s okay, I’m sorry, but can I rest for a bit?”
The man flinched for a moment as he showed a weary smile while showing minimal courtesy.
At her words, which created a sense of distance that had not been seen before, the man hesitated for a moment, then apologized to her, and Mason nodded her head and continued her meal.
After that, it’s time for everyone to eat and get back to work.
The task manager comes back and puts people into two groups. Mason is momentarily puzzled, but she proceeds as she is told.
Come to think of it, when I was explaining in the morning, I think it was said that the afternoon work was done by two people.
I can’t remember.
The person assigned to work with Mason was the one who talked to her during her lunch break the day before.
… It’s been embarrassing
Mason thought only that much.
The work of moving the heavy boxes to the warehouse has begun.
It wasn’t much different than usual, but did the new manager make a team of two with an emphasis on efficiency?
“…”
In awkward silence with the laborer, Mason sits cautiously and grabs hold of her box to lift it. The worker doesn’t say much either and grabs the box opposite her.
The two repeat the work in silence. Pick up the box, move it, come back and pick it up.
The repetitive work that follows blurs people’s attention.
This can lead to a momentary mistake leading to an accident.
Of course, accidents do not happen simply because attention is distracted.
Attention simply increases the chance of causing an accident.
The possibility of causing an accident was already in place in many places.
Mason, who could no longer exert his strength as before, could have been the reason.
Maybe it’s because he’s upset over Lucia’s absence and hasn’t gotten enough rest over the weekend.
The lunch conversation we had the other day made Mason’s nerves a little sharper,
It could have been because she had put her box down early with a very, very slight nervousness.
Maybe it was someone’s plan.
This was something no one knew.
In the end, accidents happen and there are only victims.
“… Miss Mason.”
At the sound of her voice, she raises her head startled. A man with her tired face sits across from her and faces her. After looking closely at her face a little more, she realizes that she is the new manager she saw this morning.
“Are you okay?”
At his words, Mason thinks about what she is asking for a moment. How are you feeling? Normal life? Workshop?
Then, she suddenly realizes that she is asking about what happened during the day.
Accident.
She saw the foot of the man who was carrying her box with her stamped on her box, and what he did screamed.
She sees people flocking around her and her man, and a manager jumps in between the momentary confusion.
A man carried out on a stretcher and a manager who brought him into the office.
“… Yes. I’m fine.”
Saying that, she looks at the manager. She tries to read the subtle expression on his face, but she finds it difficult because she is not very good at it.
So Mason laughs again.
Mechanical laughter.
The manager’s impression is even more frowned upon.
Isn’t this
Thinking about that, she slowly withdraws her smile and looks at the manager. She can’t understand why she is here.
Accidents do happen, and on hard-working farms, they happen every now and again, even with a lot of caution.
I missed Lucia.
The manager sighs and writes something down on a piece of paper, then looks at Mason and shakes her hand.
“… You can go to work today. Please come to work at your usual time tomorrow morning.”
Mason hears that, gets up from her seat, and she opens the door without hesitation. She leaves the farm and heads home, she opens the creaking door and sits down in a kitchen chair with no lights on.
I sit at an empty, dark table and stare blankly into space.
There are four days left before Lucia arrives.
Time was passing so slowly and slowly.
Isabella does her business from her office chair. She had so many tasks given to her.
I didn’t underestimate the effort and time it took to run and manage the farm, but she also had to take time out to take care of her slaves as well.
Isabella lets out a small sigh as she goes through her pile of papers and signs them.
One piece, another piece.
While she was doing the paperwork so mechanically.
Let’s read the report of the accident that occurred during the day’s work written by the new manager.
A pleasant smile forms on Isabella’s lips.
