Ah, this. You could have come a bit later.
But it wasn’t entirely unexpected.
“A predetermined story.” If it were a book, the moment the reader closes it would be obvious.
“…This really sucks,” I muttered softly, glancing at Thesilid again.
Unlike me, he had forgotten that this place was a dream and threw himself wholeheartedly into everything. His eyes sparkled with anticipation for the fishing trap, and as expected, I didn’t want to be the one to shatter this peaceful moment.
“Well, for now, this is enough,” I thought. It had been quite a while since we set up the trap.
“Ai, look at this!” Thesilid called out.
A freshwater fish had been snared in the trap. Thesilid proudly displayed the flapping prize to me.
I didn’t hold back my applause. “Wow, that’s amazing! Let’s eat it for dinner tonight.”
“Yeah. I’ll try to catch a few more,” he replied.
“I’m counting on you.”
When I flashed him a double thumbs-up, his face took on a determined…