They called it a villa, but given its scale, it would have been more accurate to call it a detached palace. The cottage and the pastoral scenery surrounding it were merely one part of the villa’s garden grounds.
Tesilid and I came here whenever we found the chance during our breaks. It was perfect, since we could enjoy the intimacy of being alone together while still having the convenience of being comfortably waited on.
[‘The Cynic Who Adjusts the Balance’ comments that the 117th round, when the two of you lived alone in an actual cabin, feels like a life of contented poverty by comparison.]
[‘The Scale That Judges Souls’ says that having the male lead—who used to be the final mastermind manipulating people from behind the scenes—suddenly plowing fields and pulling carrots would be genre-breaking, so things are better the way they are now.]
[‘The Word That Builds the World’ boasts that our child is the Emperor, so isn’t this much scale only natural?]
It was only after breakfast that we properly got ready for the day. Since it was a day off, there was no need to wear ritual robes or formal attire.
I put on a…