After the Holy Light Cleric Squad had eaten and drunk their fill, they headed to the old woman's house next door.
But when Chelsea watched the Holy Light Clerics haul bucket after bucket of black sludge out of the cesspit, she felt utterly sick.
She nearly lost control and threw up the lunch she had just eaten.
"What's wrong, Qiangzi? You're not a woman, so why are you gagging? Didn't you carry manure as a kid?" the squad captain asked, feigning confusion.
"No, Captain. I think my stomach's just upset," Chelsea explained, fighting back her nausea at the smell.
"Why are you being so fussy today? You're acting like a woman. Didn't you always just put your head down and get to work?"
"Captain, the breakup might have hit me pretty hard."
"Ah, love! Always so captivating, yet so painful. It'll pass, Qiangzi!" The captain patted Chelsea's shoulder. Hmm! That doesn't feel right. A disguise is still just a disguise. It doesn't feel like armor at all! Then he shouldered the manure buckets and headed for the fields.
"Hurry up, Qiangzi! We've got a hundred mu of fields to fertilize today. Let's try to finish before sunset!" the captain shouted without looking back.
"Got it!" Chelsea answered weakly.
Looking at the manure buckets in front of her, Chelsea pinched her little nose and curled her fingers, suddenly overcome by the urge to quit.
In the end, remembering that this was the mission she had accepted, she gritted her teeth, shouldered the manure buckets, and stumbled after the captain toward the fields.
"Heavens, I'm never disguising myself as a Holy Light Cleric again! Is this really work for a human being?" Chelsea looked up at the sky as a crystalline tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
At sunset, Chelsea