Bab 49: An Old Friend

".....so, is that what it was?" Servous asked. The young boy with orange hair seemed dirtied all over his apron.

He was washing some vegetables that he had harvested from their household's garden.

The young boy beside him chuckled as he had seen a young master trying his hard to work like a servant.

"Indeed, that's how you wash a vegetable, young master Servous," Helus, the young boy who had those ashy bluish silver hair, spoke.

His eyes twinkled as he managed to wash all the vegetables in his tray.

He was only waiting for the young master to finish

When he eyed Servous' tray, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Though, unconsciously, the corners of his lips lifted like never the same.

The warm sun, bathed in its tantalizing red color, made it cozier to the little servant place where they were.

Helus, who seemed to look at the sky, couldn't help but raise both of his eyebrows

"Young master, it's such a lovely afternoon, isn't it?" Helus suddenly spoke.