I Thought It Was a Healing Farming Game - Chapter 72

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I thought it was a healing farming game.
Chapter 72

“How do you bear that kind of pain? Does it fade?”
“Hmm… it doesn’t fade. I carry it with me always, tucked away in my heart. But parting doesn’t have to leave only scars behind.”
Priam’s expression showed he didn’t understand.
“How does it not hurt when you have to say goodbye?”
“Because we have happy memories of being together!”
“Memories…?”
“Yes. If I’m too afraid to start because we’ll eventually part, I lose the chance to meet good people. Even if someday we do part ways, I want to laugh a lot, enjoy ourselves, and build beautiful memories together.”
I spoke these words to Priam in a bright voice — truths I’d learned after letting my parents go.
“…I’d never thought of it that way. I see.”
A slight smile crossed Priam’s face.
As we continued exchanging stories, the rain outside grew steadily heavier.
“I should probably head home soon…”
“Let’s wait until the rain lightens a bit, Miel.”
Priam spoke softly. I nodded in agreement.
“Mm.”
My body felt warm, and the sofa was so wonderfully soft. My eyelids began to drift downward.
“Miel, are you getting sleepy?”
“Mm…”
“Then get some rest.”
“No, let’s talk a bit more…”
“We can talk after you wake up.”
Priam laid me down on the sofa and pulled the blanket up to my shoulders.
Without resistance, my eyes closed as the warmth enveloped me.
Just before sleep took me, I heard Priam’s voice, distant and faint.
“Miel.”
“Mm…”
“You won’t leave me behind, will you?”
“Mm…”
After that, I heard nothing more.
When I woke at the sudden silence around me, I found myself not on the sofa but on a bed.
Sleep completely fled from me, and I sat bolt upright.
“…Priam?”
I looked around, but the room was empty.
I got up unsteadily and made my way to the living room.
“Priam.”
Calling his name again, I glanced toward the sofa and found him sleeping peacefully there.
‘Goodness… I was wondering why I was on the bed.’
He’d moved me to the bed after I asked him to wake me, then took the sofa for himself.
“Priam.”
“Mm…”
I carefully shook his arm on the sofa.
“Don’t sleep here. Go to the bed. I should be heading out now.”
“Don’t go…”
His words tumbled out urgently in sleep, the syllables blurred.
I froze, looking down at him. From his deeply furrowed face came a voice steeped in reluctance.
“…Don’t go.”
The plea in his voice sounded unusually earnest.
“What?”
“Don’t leave me behind.”
“Hey, no. I’m not going anywhere.”
I crouched beside the sofa and gently smoothed the furrow between his brows with the tip of my finger.
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Really…?”
Priam opened his eyes halfway, checking to see if I was there.
I nodded reassuringly.
“Mm.”
Only after hearing my response did Priam’s expression gradually soften.
He murmured something unintelligible under his breath, then drifted back to sleep.
All I caught was the faint sound of him calling my name—”Miel.”
‘What was that just now?’
Watching him fret even in his sleep, I found myself thinking back to our conversation yesterday.
Could someone have abandoned Priam at some point in the past?
I settled onto the carpet, using the sofa’s backrest as support, and sank into thought.
‘There must be a reason why Priam dislikes physical contact, why he worries about people leaving him.’
But remembering how he’d struggled to breathe properly last time, visibly distressed, I couldn’t bring myself to pry.
‘What on earth happened to him in the past?’
Lost in thought, I barely noticed when Priam’s eyes slowly opened.
“Miel…….”
At the sound of rustling, I turned toward him.
“Yes?”
“When did you wake up? I just fell asleep…….”
“Not long ago. Go back to the Bed, Priam. Get some rest—I should be going.”
“You’re leaving……?”
“Yes? Yes. I have to. There’s a lot to do.”
Priam’s expression was complicated—caught between delight and disappointment.
“What’s wrong, Priam?”
“Wait a moment.”
Priam sat up from the Sofa and smoothed down his tousled hair.
“Come with me. Miel. I’ll walk you there.”
“No, really, I’m fine! Just get some rest.”
“I want to take a walk with you.”
“But it’s still raining.”
“A walk in the rain has its own romance to it.”
Watching Priam laugh through his drowsiness, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse.
“All right, then. Let’s go.”
We walked pleasantly, listening to the soft patter of raindrops tapping against our Umbrella, and soon found ourselves at my front door.
“Sleep well, Miel.”
“That was fun, Priam. Get home safely!”
I was about to turn and leave, waving goodbye, when—
“Miel.”
At the sound of my name, I turned back around.
Priam, a soft smile on his face, held my gaze directly as he asked:
“You have it, right?”
“It? What do you mean?”
“The Cat Plush Toy.”
“Oh! Yes, of course. It’s in the house.”
I was puzzled at first, but then he approached, his footsteps pressing softly into the wet earth.
“You have to keep it with you always.”
“Hmm?”
“That way, we’ll always be together.”
“Aha! So you’re the Cat Plush Toy? I didn’t realize.”
“Yes. Tonight and tomorrow night too—I’ll be watching over you while you sleep. So don’t be too frightened, even if lightning strikes.”
The sweetness of his words left me helpless to protest.
“All right. I’ll keep it beside me when I sleep.”
Grateful for his concern, I offered him a gentle smile.
“Be careful, Priam.”
Priam waved brightly until I disappeared inside the house.
That night, after preparing for bed, I retrieved the Cat Plush Toy from the Dining Table as promised, just before lying down.
This time it had transformed into an orange-striped tabby cat.
I placed the plush toy beside my pillow and pulled the blanket up over myself.

‘We’re always together.’

As time passed, the sound of rain grew steadily louder.
But thanks to Priam’s voice lingering in my head, I was able to suppress my fear and drift off to sleep in peace.

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‘No matter how fierce the Rainy Season is.’
It felt like rain had been falling for almost two straight weeks.
With the Corn Harvest drawing near, I visited the Twins’ Mansion for the first time in ages.
‘Since they rarely go outside, there’s hardly any natural opportunity for us to play together.’
In that case, I’d have to go to them myself.
When I sent word that I was coming, the Mansion sent a carriage for me.
As I stepped out of the carriage and entered the Mansion, I spotted two faces peeking around the corner of the upper floor.
“Hello, you two!”
Charmed by their sweetness, I dashed up the stairs and threw my arms wide open.
Then I pulled the children into an embrace, though they showed no surprise, just gazed at me steadily.
“Hello, Miel.”
I fawned over the Twins as they mumbled their greetings with their cheeks squished, then took their hands and moved to the Dining Room.
The moment I sat down, I pulled a Picnic Lunch Box from a large paper bag.
“Alright—want to see what I brought!”
One, two, three, four, five.
Four of the boxes I’d packed full of Spaghetti, and the last one I’d stuffed with Meatballs.
“Ta-da!”
The moment I opened the Lunch Box and showed them what was inside, the Twins’ eyes sparkled.
“Can we eat it?”
“Of course. I brought way more than enough just for you two.”
I’d been boiling Spaghetti in a pot since this morning.
I set the Lunch Box in front of them, and they each picked up one of the adorable little yellow Forks I’d brought, beginning to twirl the Spaghetti.
‘Wait, the portion size…….’
A mouthful of Spaghetti—easily five times what I’d eat—disappeared into the Twins’ gaping mouths.
‘Incredible…….’
With their cheeks puffed out, the way they chewed was absolutely precious.
I wiped away the tomato sauce smudged at their lips, tending to the children between bites.
Eun-yu, watching me the whole while, held out a forkful of Spaghetti to my mouth.
“Here.”

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