Chapter 3: Holy Salt

"Gwivelle, come here,"

Roman beckoned to Gwivelle from afar.

Gwivelle lifted her head from the vegetable field. Hearing that familiar voice, she immediately dropped the farming tool in her hand.

She ran all the way to Roman's side.

Being able to eat milk, eggs, and a variety of meats and vegetables every day, she got sufficient nutrition, and her severely depleted body gradually recovered. Flesh began to grow on her previously gaunt face, finally giving her a girlish look, much to Roman's satisfaction. It felt like nurturing her.

Because she had run over hastily, Gwivelle's face was a bit red, and there were dirty traces of mud on her body. She panted, looking up at Roman with a slightly puzzled expression.

"Master Roman, do you have orders for me?"

Roman, because he was building an animal shed, hadn't let her continue to follow him.