I Reincarnated Into a Healing Game… and It’s a Zombie Apocalypse?! - Chapter 44

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Episode 44

7. I’ll Take Responsibility!

Sam Lindbergh, no, Samuel Rowell had been a prince since birth.

As the precious legitimate heir of the current royal family and the one and only crown prince, he had received royal education from childhood and held great pride in being a descendant of the hero king Heander Rowell, who was said to have protected the world and founded the nation.

Moreover, thanks to his brilliant mind, by the time he turned ten, he could fluently read and write not only the education necessary for royalty but also the language of the Ancient Rune Empire, amazing many scholars, and due to his concentration and dexterity in absorbing knowledge like a sponge, he received countless praises from mechanical engineering professors even at Greenwich Duchy Academy.

Not only that, his golden hair that shone brilliantly like gold, sparkling green eyes, handsome appearance, and the background of being the legitimate heir of the royal family made him shine wherever he went, regardless of kingdom or duchy.

Perhaps that was why. The crown prince who was loved by everyone thought this situation must be a dream.

No, it had to be a dream.

“Didn’t I tell you not to drag that compost sack around? Can’t you work properly?”

“But what can I do when it’s so heavy and smelly!”

The crown prince had never done labor in his entire life.

He had learned swordsmanship as a basic royal accomplishment, but the swordsmanship that current royalty and nobles learned was just casually swinging flashy ceremonial swords, which could hardly be considered exercise.

Moreover, while Sam was in the Greenwich Duchy, he only did research except for sleeping time, so he didn’t exercise at all, and what little stamina he had was long gone.

“Ah, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t go on. I’ve never done work like this…”

Sam, who had been lying flat on the ground complaining, hurriedly got up when he met Nana’s fierce glare.

To understand how this happened, we need to turn back time a few hours.

Sam, who had destroyed half of the crops they had cultivated in one go, got beaten by Nana just enough not to die.

Even Brody Lindbergh’s intervention was useless. She was already beyond rational judgment.

“You’re just a pest that only eats and poops. Just die!”

“Oh my, Nana. That’s not wrong, but he’s still the kingdom’s one and only crown prince! It would be troublesome if he died, so please hold back!”

“You say it’s not wrong, so Brody, you were thinking the same thing? How could you?!”

“The golden sprout slaughterer has a long tongue!”

It was a complete chaos party. Finally, Ishanka, who couldn’t stand it anymore, approached Nana to sort out the situation.

“I understand your anger, but rather than killing this guy to give him comfort, it’s more efficient to make him work as much as the damage he caused. There’s a saying about keeping someone alive to roll them in a dung field.”

There were some strange words mixed in, but as a result, Nana calmed down. Now that he mentioned it, it made sense.

Right, I can’t let him off easy. How pitifully did my golden sprouts go to the other world.

Sam’s voice shouting to just kill him instead didn’t reach the ears of the farmowner who was mentally planning how to work farm worker number 2.

And so it came to this.

“I’ll… I’ll come up with another machine. Something that will make work easier than now…”

“Not satisfied with blowing away half the harvest, you want to ruin the rest too? Not a chance. I told you before, didn’t I? Regardless of how you lived in the past or who you were, on this farm, I am the rule and the law.”

“No, but break time! Let’s at least have break time! Can’t you see everyone’s struggling right now?”

“Nope. I don’t see it.”

“…”

It was true. Brody was helping with the work most diligently, saying he would clean up the mess his nephew, no, the crown prince had made, and Lucas and Wina were also working as faithfully as Brody.

As for Ishanka… well, there was nothing to say. He was working very efficiently on his own.

Nana wasn’t just sitting around playing either. She was also working together with the others.

In short, in a situation where even the employer was working, only Sam the worker was throwing a tantrum saying it was hard.

Oh my, what should I do with that senselessness.

Nana mercilessly scrunched up her face looking at Sam, who was lying down saying his body had no strength and telling her to do whatever.

“Ah, I really want to kick him exactly ten times.”

Do the people who liked Sam know about this side of him? Probably not. They probably don’t know, which is why they gave him that cringeworthy nickname like a prickly baby cat. To my eyes, he looks like a kid whining for a doll.

But fortunately, it was almost time for the sun to be at its hottest, so they had to rest for a while. It was also time for lunch.

It’s just that even if I work Sam all day, it’s questionable whether my anger over losing half the field would barely be resolved, but it’s a bit annoying to rest according to Sam’s wishes.

“Even if you kick me to death, it’s useless. I won’t move a single step from here.”

“Really? It’s almost time to eat, so I was going to go in, but you’re going to lie in this blazing sun. Do as you please.”

As soon as her words ended, Sam quickly ran to where Brody was.

“Brody! It’s lunch time! It’s break time! Let’s go eat!”

To think that such a person is really this country’s crown prince. For the first time, Nana seriously considered abandoning Sweet Little Village and seeking asylum in another country.

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Time passed quickly like flowing water, though it seemed slow.

Brody, Lucas, and Wina, who were initially clumsy and unfamiliar with farm work, became more accustomed to the work as time went on, and now worked skillfully like experienced farmers.

The crops also grew twice as fast as on ordinary land thanks to the farmland buff, so there was an overflow of harvest every day. Thanks to this, even though the farm’s personnel had increased by three more people, there was no catastrophe of fighting and plundering each other due to food shortages.

It was a peaceful daily life.

“This won’t do.”

Except for Sam, that is.

Nana and Ishanka looked at him speaking solemnly for a moment, then soon turned their gaze to the basket on the floor.

“Isha. In this basket…”

“You want me to pick the fully grown tomatoes. I understand.”

“Don’t ignore what I’m saying!”

The two were no longer surprised by Sam’s reaction. That was because Sam complained every other day.

Even though Nana and Ishanka had worked him to death these past few days to make him at least pretend to be a worker, the mouth of disaster wouldn’t stop.

“Don’t think I’m complaining again and listen. Is this really the time for us to be doing this? Is farming, eating after work ends, and sleeping what we should be doing?”

“If farming during farming season isn’t what you do on a farm, then what is?”

He’s probably going to say something nonsensical again. Nana and Ishanka listened to Sam’s words with one ear and let it out the other as they tried to leave the warehouse to do their next task.

“No, no. We each had things to do. I was supposed to use my expertise to research and invent things you wanted, and that person over there… that gentleman was hunting in the forest.”

Sam almost called Ishanka a barbarian without realizing it, but remembered being beaten to his soul before and hurriedly changed his words.

“That was when the farm had plenty of workers. Now that we’re short on workers, the remaining manpower has to work.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying! We’re not short on workers right now. We actually have plenty. If we bring back the zombies in the Eastern Forest and make them work, the manpower shortage would be solved.”

In other words, why should I work when there’s plenty of labor force. Sam, who used to run away screaming “Ugh, walking corpses!” whenever he saw zombies, was now voluntarily suggesting to bring zombies.

It was a miraculous moment when his desperate determination not to work overcame his fear of zombies. But there was a fundamental problem here.

“Are you an idiot? You must know why Adrien is hiding the zombies in the Eastern Forest.”

“It’s because of those three people staying here. But conversely, doesn’t that mean we just need to solve that problem?”

He had a point. But wasn’t the reason we’re in this situation because we couldn’t solve that problem?

“I have a very wonderful plan! Just trust me!”

“Wow, it’s really amazing to hear such words from the most untrustworthy person.”

“That’s too much. I’ve thought this before, but aren’t you treating me too harshly?”

“Oh. I thought I only said that to myself, but you heard it? But what can I do. When I think about what you did to half my field…”

“Oh, oh my, look at the time! Anyway, leave it to me! See you later!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Sam quickly disappeared from Nana’s sight.

She couldn’t even guess what he was plotting, but she didn’t have much expectation. She just hoped it wasn’t a plan to blow up the remaining fields too.

Nana pressed her brow firmly while looking at the chunk of scrap metal lying smack in the middle of the field that hadn’t even been cleared yet.

‘Surely nothing more will… happen here. It could happen. If he causes another accident, I really won’t let it slide this time.’

The employer, exhausted to the limit by worker number 2’s continuous trolling, tried to ignore the ominous feeling and brushed it off lightly.

But she couldn’t imagine at that time that this complacent judgment would return as a bomb named great chaos.

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