Love eventually flows like water

A thousand years after the Undead Empire vanished, the little skeleton who used to farm was still tending to his fields, until the summoning portal reopened.
"Are you guys hungry? I’ve been farming for a thousand years and have stored a tiny bit of food."
"Have these fields been deserted? Can I plant things?"
"The princess's city on the hill doesn’t allow farming? Then never mind, I won't go."
"They want to tax me but won't let me farm? Wipe them out!"

Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

A pang of anxiety surged through Negris' heart: "Damn, things have been exposed, Ange, let us fight..." 


He was about to shout out to make a breakout, and then strenuously bolster Ange into fighting, however, before the words left his lips, Fala had already hastened forward, reprimanding, "Shamara, you are spouting nonsense again. This is Ascetic Monk Lord Ange, who has come to treat you. Don't talk rubbish."


Afterwards, he turns toward Ange with an apologetic smile, "Forgive us, Lord Ange. Shamara just speaks without thinking, her mental state isn't very well; we hope you won't take it to heart."


Those words weren't a reprimand at all! While the words coming out of him seemed like reproach, he was alternatively apologizing on Shamara's behalf and defending her. His protective feelings were written all over his face.


Chapter 111: Something's Wrong with this Holy Woman_1