"Although my mother doesn't go to the shrine anymore, she still takes time to make these things to help everyone defend against the attacks of those bad guys."

The two walked along the edge of the field, and the little girl took off the damaged yellow flag from time to time and replaced it with a good yellow flag in the basket.

"How many levels of ghosts and monsters can this block?" Loran Hill asked the little girl in front of him who was untying the banner.

"I don't know either, but my mom said it won't work on powerful monsters, but it does have a repelling effect on ordinary low-level monsters. It's like if it's very annoying, ordinary ghosts won't approach it unconsciously."

"Although it's not very powerful, it can make a big difference for ordinary people like us, and food production will be higher."

"If you are really unlucky and encounter an attack by a powerful monster, then you can only say that it is fate." The girl shook her head. Although she was not very old, she had grown up very early and would not be naive to think that everything would be fine.

"...Um, Lady Jialan, is Granny Gro well now?" The girl seemed to hesitate for a long time before finally asking.

"She's fine." The girl recalled Granny Gro's usual appearance. Although she was old, she didn't look like someone with mobility problems.

"Huh, that's good." The girl breathed a sigh of relief, and then seeing that Roland Hill was puzzled, she explained in detail.

It turned out that her mother had worked at the shrine when she was young. Granny Gro had taught her a lot and successfully trained her to a Sequence 4 Dragon Maiden. Unfortunately, when her mother was in her twenties, she met a handsome young man, who was the girl's father.

"...Later, my mother married my father and left the shrine. Although Granny Grove never blamed my mother, she always felt deeply guilty because she had kept her relationship with my father a secret from Granny Grove. Her departure also left the shrine without support, and it wasted Granny Grove's years of hard work in teaching."

"Because I was naughty and always crying when I was little, it was very difficult for my mother to raise me. Many of my plans to return to the shrine to help were disrupted. Then, as time went by, coupled with the changes in the world, my own strength completely declined, and I no longer had the courage to go back to see Granny Gro."

There was a hint of uneasiness in the girl's voice. She felt that it was all because of her that her mother became like this.

"I understand." Loran Hill replied softly.

"...Hey, what did Lady Jialan know?" The girl looked up in surprise, somewhat puzzled.

"I know your mood and feelings." Loran Hill replied.

"This...that..." The girl was a little at a loss.

"Don't worry, I will carefully find out what Granny Gro thinks of your mother." Loran Hill said.

The two of them walked the rest of the way, and then Loran Hill helped the girl hang the yellow flags until they had checked the boundaries of the fields outside the valley.

"Okay, let's stop here for today."

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the earth, casting a faint golden hue on the girl's soft hair. The two stood on the cliff above the valley and said goodbye.

"Thank you for your help, Sister Jialan." The girl bowed to express her gratitude. It turned out that this adult was not as cold as the rumors said.

"It's nothing. Wait for my news tomorrow. Let's meet here." Loran Hill waved his hand.

"Yeah." The girl nodded happily.

Seeing this, Loran Hill leaned back and fell directly into the valley below.

The girl opened her mouth in surprise and wanted to go forward to see what was going on. At this moment, a gentle airflow came and lifted her up and fell into the valley below.

Two birds spread their wings and flew from behind the girl, the air currents they created lifting them down into the deep valley below. The wind whistled in my ears, and before me was a view I had never seen before.

The little girl was filled with wonder and surprise at the sight of so many unique places in the valley from above. After circling the valley for a while, her body slowly descended to the ground on the air current.

When I looked back, the two special birds had already flown high to the other side of the valley. And on the steps in front of the shrine, a girl in black feathers was smiling as I waved goodbye, the tips of her hair gleaming a beautiful silver in the setting sun.