Chapter 113 What she Looked Like
"Hera, we’re here to pick you up!" Zen’s voice echoed from a distance as Hera glanced up to see Zen and Xavier approaching.
"Are you guys finished already?" Hera asked a hint of surprise in her voice. She had been planning to wrap up after a final chat with the villagers she had been working with that day, intending to head back to the stable.
"We both just finished our respective tasks and bumped into each other on the way to the stable, so we figured we’d come and pick you up together," Zen explained, assuming the role of Xavier’s spokesperson while Xavier stood silently beside him, his gaze fixed on Hera.
As Zen finished speaking, he wrinkled his nose slightly. With the villagers having already bid farewell to Hera, only the three of them remained standing at the edge of the field.
Hera noticed Zen’s expression and suddenly felt embarrassed. She’s been busy all day and everyone around her has been doing the same job so it already slipped her mind. But now, with the two men standing in front of her, she felt a sudden wave of embarrassment wash over her.
But Zen, who had grown close to Hera and Xavier, seemed to have lost all tact or perhaps it had been devoured by the dogs, as he blurted out, "You stink again!" He took a step back before continuing, "Don’t tell me you’ve offended the Director, so he’s punishing you by making you work near all the SHIT in this village?"
Hera felt offended by his words. She couldn’t help but wonder if the Director harbored some animosity towards her, considering her recent assignments had her knee-deep in animal waste for two days straight, leaving her nostrils practically numb.
Although she did not say a thing but she knew that the unbearable stench of animal poop lingered around her. After spending so much time working with it, her sense of smell had become numbed, leaving her unable to discern how she smelled at that moment.
Hera’s expression shifted to a pout, resembling that of a bullied child, as she directed her gaze squarely at Zen. It was only then that Zen began to feel a pang of guilt, realizing he had gone too far. He had heard that women generally disliked being criticized in front of others, particularly when it came to accusations about personal hygiene.