East Village had been built between two mountain walls. Its advanced craftsmanship and the will of its people were both remarkably strong. This was humanity's hope—the foundation that allowed humans to survive even under harsh conditions.
But... living in the mountains still came with many inconveniences.
For example—drinking water.
"Why did you have to drag me along too?" Like the two people ahead of him, Hans Christian Andersen carried two buckets of water on a shoulder pole, struggling through the narrow mountain path.
It was not that Andersen lacked the strength to carry water. As a Servant, even with Strength at the lowest rank of E, he possessed the strength of an ordinary adult. There was no way he could not carry a couple of buckets of water. The problem was that... he was too short.
"Careful, or I'll sue you for child labor!" Andersen protested loudly in an adult man's voice.
"I feel like it's wrong in all sorts of ways coming from you," Liao Ye quipped. "Besides, you're already dead. What child labor? Why don't you tell us how old you were when you died?"
"I—" Liao Ye left Andersen speechless for a long while.
"Haha, it's all right. If Mr. Andersen is feeling too tired, just leave it to me." Bedivere wore a kind, gentle smile as he extended a hand toward Andersen.
"Huh? Ah? Ah..." Looking at Bedivere making that expression with his handsome face, Andersen felt...
It was not as though he had suddenly been swayed or anything. He just felt a little embarrassed about handing his water over to Bedivere.
"...Forget it. I'll carry it myself." Andersen ultimately waved his hand and chose to keep carrying it himself.
"Anno and the others went to help the village clear out the Demonic Beasts in the