Rumors, All Rumors

Tina looked at Vilia with a grave expression. "Tell me, Vilia, how many of these things have you sold?"

"Teacher, I only just made this kind that can swing a sword. The ones I sold before couldn't move. It's just that the sword-swinging doesn't last very long, only about three or four days. I haven't figured out how to price it yet..."

The Dagas girl suddenly seemed to think of something, and her little face went pale with fright. "Is this illegal? I heard that if you sell things, you need permission from the cities, but I was setting up my stall outside the woods beyond the city..."

"That's not it."

Tina said, "This clay doll of yours—you carved Runes onto its surface or inside it, right? But how can Runes drive a clay doll to make such fine movements?"

"That's actually..."

Vilia was just about to explain when a young man of around twenty suddenly walked in from outside.

"Vilia, do we have a guest?"

He was just as thin, with messy hair, bright eyes, and rugged features, and he was carrying a middle-aged woman in a long robe on his back.

"Brother!"

Vilia immediately trotted over, and together with her older brother, settled the woman on the bed.

Tina guessed that this was probably their mother—her face was calm, and her breathing was steady. She must have taken a Magic Potion like Anesthetic Juice at the Nursing Home so that she could rest better.

After hearing his sister's introduction, the young man immediately said with a beaming smile, "Thank you very much for looking after Vilia. I'm her older brother, Chuck. Our home is small, so please don't mind."

He hurriedly wiped a chair with a towel and moved it in front of Tina.

Tina chatted with Chuck