Deicide

An endearing deer

Artist: 七安夏瞎了 on Pixiv

Ursus, Village

1084, February 1

Pov: Talulah

"Hah.......This should be all of it!"

I hauled the cart filled with wood, passing by the townsfolk. They greet me as I do the same. Temporarily, residing here was not as worrisome as I initially considered.

At first, these villagers were wary of my hastly appearance. A foreigners sudden arrival without warning is indeed a reasonable thing to be concerned over.

Chopping wood, assist with hunting, managing and distributing thick cloth to combat the harsh winter. Doing all sorts of tasks to and from changed their view of mineself. Thank Terra, my efforts have come to fruition.

My current task is handling the wood off to the chief Ivan Iziaslav. A kind-hearted old Ursine man who did not have the normal xenophobia spread across these lands.

A certain individual crosses my running thoughts. Regulus. The entity that unintentionally saved me.

It has been a week since Regulus's departure. An odd being he is. I am his employer, yet he disregarded any of my words and headed off to Ursus's capital. I may need to have words with him.... another matter to ponder at nightfall.

Arriving at Mr. Iziaslavs' abode, knocking thrice slowly. The door opens, and a familiar elder woman peers from the door.

"Salutations, Madam Mila!"

Mila: ".....Talulah?" Her expression quickly turns upbeat by the sight of me. "A good day to you! Please do come inside my child!"

Without warning, Mila tugs my hand, dragging me inside. Causing me to stumble along before shouting my displeasure.

"Madam Mila! Mine feet can walk themselves!"

The elderly Ursine chuckles, then lets go.

Mila: "Apologies. You arriving in this small town has brightened our spirits dramatically. Do forgive this old womans excitement......." Mila articulates her downcast expression.

Talulah: "I did not mean to cause you to be...um...."

I stumbled over my speech. Not finding the proper words to quell Milas' sudden saddness. Only for the lady to explode with laughter.

Mila: "Hahahahahahaa! I am pulling your leg, Talulah! Wooo........curses....I hadn't laughed so much in decades!"

Mila holds her stomach in glee, I however am stunned...do the people in Ursus find joy in humilitating others?

Mila: "C'mon Talulah, let us go see my husband."

".....Led the way Mrs. Iziaslav...."

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Ursus, Village, Residence of Iziaslav

The cottage is as normal as it gets. A small-scale table able to accommodate two people. Shelves littered with tableware, and candles layed about the home for visibility.

There, crouching by the burning chimney was Ivan Iziaslav. He greets me with the usual warm smile.

Ivan: "That you Talulah? Good timing, too! I'd just lit the chimney."

Mr.Iziaslav raises himself from the ground, then promptly sat on the comfort of his chair. Though Madam Mila huffs in annoyance.

Mila: "Dear! Where are your manners!? This youngling here has tirelessly labored for our village and to not even properly greet her!? You дурак!"