The Weight of Legacy

As disbelieving as she remained about the fact that she’d been making better gains on her Skills thanks to the assistance of an actual toddler, Malwine had been having a great month. Granted, she still couldn’t wrap her head around whatever time compression bullshit Adelheid had going on, let alone the thing about her great-grandma, but it hardly mattered to her. Everyone in this family had their issues.

And timeline inconsistencies were clearly a family trait. Two was more than enough for the anecdotal conclusion, anyway.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Adelheid asked with a surprising amount of trepidation, staring at the two harvestables on the floor before her. They both sat there in their room, alone as they often were.

“I honestly still don’t know how t—” Malwine stopped herself before she actually cursed aloud. “—how you managed to reveal those so easily. But yes, I think it’s a good idea.”

It turned out Adelheid still had harvestables just casually sitting in her inventory. How many, Malwine had no idea, but she’d pulled out a couple and gotten what she needed immediately.

Malwine was more than a little bit peeved at the absurdity of it.

She’d asked how Adelheid had gotten the harvestables in the first place, her own troubles still relatively fresh in her mind even after close to three months.

Adelheid had given her the most innocent look on earth and simply shrugged. “I just went outside and grabbed them.”

Malwine’s pride would not permit her to scream, but damn, the girl was ridiculously lucky. And she only had 12 luck, to boot. Malwine had asked just to be sure.

Her little sister was still looking at the harvestables like they were some ugly pests. She touched one gingerly, lifting it with only two fingers.