Hex ploughed the field with the help of Curled-horned Oxes. Working with the rays of the sun beaming at him, filled him with joy and brought memories of old up.
'How long was it when I had to help Hestia around the castle?' He cherished those memories. How he wished those times would return. Life had been simple then.
"Mister."
A small cry came from the side, accompanied by the sound of Baa. In the span of one hour he had been working in the field it was the umpteenth time he heard the same voice.
"Yes, Erina?" He tried to be annoyed by the girl but seeing her skip toward him, with the sheep copying her, he grinned.
"I brought mango yoghurt," she shouted, dangling a small wooden cup with a lid in the air.
