I Thought It Was a Healing Farming Game - Chapter 35

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I thought this was supposed to be a healing farming game.
35

“Ah… right. It wasn’t you two who did that—it was the old man’s doll.”
So he could distinguish between them. Thank goodness for that.
To end this wretched puppet show, it looked like I had no choice but to use a doll to deal with a doll.
I had no choice but to turn toward the old man’s doll and begin speaking in a stern voice.
“Sir! Stop this instant! There’s no excuse for hitting children! I’m calling the authorities right now!”
Eunyou stared at me intently, then asked softly.
“Will Miel protect us?”
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded firmly.
“Yes, I’ll protect you. Don’t worry.”
Turning to the twin dolls, I repeated my assurance.
“So you two go hide over there. Until I drive the old man out…….”
Then, as if on cue, the twins opened their mouths in unison.
“Bad people get punished.”
“Yes? Yes. That’s…… right.”
Bang!
Just as I was chiming in, something fell from the ceiling of the doll’s house.
Startled, I turned to look—the chandelier from the doll’s house had come crashing down.
I could see the old man’s doll pinned underneath it.
Shocked by the disturbing scene, I dropped the doll I’d been holding.
Beep, beep—beep.
“Help… help me… please… ack.”
A button on the doll’s neck was pressed, and a voice trembling with terror spilled out in succession.
How did it keep saying only these lines? This was too unsettling to be mere coincidence.
I paled and lifted the chandelier up with my hand.
“What do I do? Should I take him to a hospital? If he wakes up and starts causing trouble again…….”
As I was clutching my head, Yooeun shook her head and spoke.
“The old man is fine.”
“Really?”
I set the chandelier aside and examined the old man’s doll.
It was made so sturdily that, fortunately, there wasn’t even a crack on it.
Next, Yooeun picked up the Props Box and handed it to me. When I snapped the handle open, it unfolded like a first-aid kit inside.
“Let’s use this.”
Eunyou’s delicate hand reached in and pulled out a length of wire.
Eunyou picked up the old man’s doll and began wrapping the wire tightly around its body.
“Oh! You’re going to tie him up?”
Since there was no rope prop, she was planning to bind the old man with wire instead.
‘Thorough to the end…….’
“Should we move the old man, Miel?”
Eunyou asked me. I nodded and picked up one of the girl dolls.
“Let’s move him together. But where should we take him?”
“There’s another one.”
Yooeun answered promptly and got up to fetch another set piece.
A grey prison stood in stark contrast to the pink doll’s house.
When Eunyou hoisted the doll’s house and placed it on top of the prison, a manor with an underground dungeon was instantly complete.
“Impressive. So this is possible too.”
“Let’s put him here.”
The three of us worked together to set the old man down in front of the door leading to the underground prison.
The children opened the prison door, moving the doll’s arms to shove the old man inside.
Soon the wire-bound doll tumbled and rolled down the basement stairs.
Thump.
The doll hit the wall and fell face-first to the floor.
I drew a short, shaky breath at the gruesome scene for what was supposed to be doll play.
Then I turned to the twins, my voice tinged with concern.
“Is the bad man going to die? He should be punished, but killing him seems cruel.”
The twins shook their heads and answered.
“The man will be locked up here.”
“Oh. Locked up? For how long?”
“Forever.”
“Life imprisonment!”
Understanding dawned on me. I added a brief explanation for the children who didn’t know what that meant.
“Life imprisonment is when a criminal is locked away for the rest of their life.”
“Right. Life imprisonment.”
“But wait—didn’t the man die falling down the stairs?”
“He didn’t die.”
Eunyou spoke matter-of-factly and retrieved another doll she’d left in the corner.
The doll had a familiar face and clothing.
“…Shiad? Those are the clothes Shiad wears. Is that a healer doll?”
“Yes. The man gets treated, so he doesn’t die.”
I felt relieved. So even a criminal wouldn’t die in such a horrible way.
‘Even though he was crushed by the chandelier, tied up with wire, and rolled down the prison stairs…….’
But given what the man had done before, it seemed almost like karma.
I seated the man doll in the prison cell and locked the door behind him. The chains and iron bars were rendered with surprisingly meticulous detail.
“Now, reflect in prison and repent of your crimes.”
I spoke sternly, then raised both arms and cheered.
“Hurray—now he won’t bother us anymore! Let’s live peacefully from now on.”
Then Yooeun approached me and whispered in her young voice.
“I’ll heal Miel too.”
“Huh? Why me?”
“You got hurt.”
Hearing Yooeun’s words, I examined the girl doll more carefully and noticed a scratch on the doll’s face.
“Oh, you’re right.”
Yooeun quickly produced a small item that looked like nail polish.
She brushed the liquid-coated brush across the girl doll’s cheek, and the scratched spot filled in immediately.
I smiled brightly and thanked her.
“Thanks. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
The playtime was over—now it was time to tidy up the scattered things.
The moment I tried to get up, the twins grabbed my skirt from both sides.
With a strength greater than I expected, my body tilted backward and I tumbled softly onto the carpet.
The twins dove into my embrace as if they’d been waiting for this moment, wrapping their arms tightly around me.
I lay on the floor with eyes wide open, dazed.
“Miel protected us.”
Their small, delicate bodies felt so soft that even the slightest pressure might hurt them.
Such tiny, warm little bodies.
I found myself thinking the man from earlier truly deserved his life imprisonment.
“Of course. I’ll always protect you.”
I held the twins close and patted their backs tenderly.
Just staying still like this felt healing.
‘My arms are so warm…….’
It was like holding a life-sized doll, except warmer and far more precious.
As I held the twins and stroked their hair, my eyelids grew heavy and began to close slowly.
And so we both drifted off to sleep there on the carpet.
When I opened my eyes again, the sun was setting outside the window.
“……Oh?”
It was already time to return home.
I gently woke the twins cradled in my arms.
“Come on, wake up. You shouldn’t sleep on the floor for too long.”
The faces of Eunyou and Yooeun with their eyes closed were adorable enough to make me want to scream, but I held back so as not to startle them.
I carefully smoothed out their disheveled hair.
Eunyou received the gentle touch obediently, then cracked open her eyes and asked quietly.
“Miel, leaving?”
“Yes. I have to go now. I promised to have dinner with Shiad.”
I spoke with reluctance held carefully in check, and the twins slowly began to rise.
I asked them with barely concealed tension.
“Can I come visit again sometime?”
Contrary to my worry, the twins nodded without hesitation.
Only then did I exhale in relief, breaking into a broad smile.
Right up until I climbed into the carriage, I waved both arms at the twins standing in the second-floor window.
The twins, watching me from the window, gave a small wave in return.
“Giddyup!”
The horse bolted forward, and the carriage cut swiftly through the forest.
Inside, I bounced with giddy delight before pulling out my Information Notebook.
Flip—

Affection
Yooeun (Level 1): 1/100
Eunyou (Level 1): 1/100

The question marks had finally vanished.
The negative thirty I’d started with had somehow climbed to one.
‘Finally escaped the negatives!’
Covering my mouth with the notebook, I grinned to myself—then a question surfaced.
‘But why were they so negative to begin with? Before we’d even met?’
Of all the villagers, the twins had the highest baseline penalty I’d seen.
When I first started the game, nothing like this had happened.
‘Though that’s not the only thing different from the game.’
The cold stares when I first arrived in the Village.
Kaise’s warning not to cause trouble.
Even the existence of another ranch worker I’d heard about while doing odd jobs.
‘Another Visitor… What exactly did they do here?’

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