Chapter 59: A Bounty of Crumbs

Chapter 59: A Bounty of Crumbs

Bee followed Tony into the house. She hung back, a little wary of stepping into the flurry of people scurrying about. The noise was slightly overwhelming to her after so much time alone. Though she wouldn't have been used to it even before her stay in the castle. Her father had been well off enough to hire a cook, so this chaotic preparation for a family dinner was something new.

Dinner was meant to be an uncomfortable affair with stern looks and boring adult conversations. More of a training ground to practice etiquette and manners. Bee stood in the entryway, frozen as the complete opposite happened all around her. Tony called out, "Ma, we got a guest!"

A rather rotund woman with hair in a graying bun raised her hand and waved without turning around. She tended to a cast iron skillet cooking something that smelled delicious. Tony just stepped up and started helping his siblings ferry dishes to the table. A few seconds later, the woman turned around, flipping a slab of meat and smiling at Bee. She beckoned Bee over.

When Bee finished carefully wading through the bustling family members and navigating over to the woman, she was handed a dish full of mashed potatoes. "Dear, place those on the table, please."

Then the woman turned back to the stove. Left slightly confused, Bee carried the dish over to the table. Standing amongst what felt like a tornado of activity, she looked for a spot to place the potatoes. Luckily someone came to her aid. Bee hadn't noticed the little girl, no older than five, suddenly standing at her elbow. She barely avoided spilling the potatoes as she jumped. The little girl just placed a trivet on the table and then slid it to the center as far as her little arms could reach. Bee took the hint and placed the warm dish on it before sliding it the rest of the way toward the center.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.

The little girl had already disappeared. This left Bee standing there, still slightly bewildered. That was until she got roped into helping get the silverware.

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The bustle came to a halt all of a sudden, and Bee found herself sitting between Maranda and Tony. Her plate was heaped high with all sorts of food, and she was helping pass around the dishes. Her mouth watered at the aromas. Still, she had to skip many of them. They looked amazing - steamed vegetables, warm bread, and various cuts of meat wafted temptingly under her nose. But there was no more room on her plate. If she was lucky, there might be some leftovers of the sides once she cleared some space.

When everyone got what they wanted, they all dug in. As they ate, no one talked. But it wasn't the oppressive quiet that had reigned at her father's table back home. The noise of people eating and utensils clinking filled the air with a merry atmosphere. After a few minutes of everyone digging in, the older man sitting at the head of the table asked for someone to pass him the butter. With that, a spell was broken, and everyone started talking.

Bee watched as the scene unfolded before her. The mother cajoled her youngest daughter into eating her vegetables, shooting a sharp rebuke across the table at the brothers as they fought over the last roll. Tony spoke with his father about something farm-related as some of the other siblings vied for their attention or chatted with each other through mouthfuls of food. Maranda made sure Bee wasn't left out. "We just finished the harvest of some of the early crops. Normally it's not this formal."

This left Bee taken aback slightly. Was this formal? She finished swallowing her food before answering. A courtesy Maranda hadn't bothered with. "What's it normally like then?"

"Dunno, just normal? We eat, but there's less food, and we don't use the fancy plates." Maranda looked at her, slightly confused by her question. Bee looked down at her plate. It was slightly chipped ceramic that looked to be covered in a plain white glaze. Tony came to her rescue. "Maranda, I'm sure not everyone eats like this. I'm sure meals in the castle are quite different, aren't they, Bee?"

Mary frowned and thought for a moment. "The real question is, how can we help you? Aside from the crops we have, our neighbor is a part-time blacksmith. He is by no means good, but he can repair a horseshoe or two. His words, not mine, though."

Bee was still studying Trent but responded to Mary's question. "If you have any food to spare or maybe just some advice on caring for chickens, I would be grateful."

Tony shot a look at his mother. She looked back with a slight frown on her face. She made to speak, but then she looked over at Trent. Bee felt like she had just missed something important. It was like the family could hold entire conversations just through looks alone, but it wasn't her place to pry. She instead focused on Trent's cough. In fact, she remembered where she had read about it.

Suddenly Bee stood up and moved to her pack. The family's eyes followed her, but they didn't say anything, still having their silent discussion amongst themselves. She started rummaging through the pockets, looking for a general-purpose medicinal alchemy book she had brought along.

"I think we can give you some food, but despite what it might look like tonight, we really don't have too much to spare until next month. I can definitely tell you a bit about caring for chickens, though." Trent called over the sounds of clinking glasses and shifting supplies.

"I would appreciate anything. Of course, I brought some coins to trade. I don't want to lean on your generosity too much. Also, the vegetable gardens they kept are starting to get overrun. I don't think they are anything near the size of what you have here, but I have absolutely no idea how to care for them. So if you can provide any advice on that front, too, I would greatly appreciate it." At the mention of the coin, Mary and Trent seemed to relax slightly. They were clearly willing to help, but if their pride allowed them to take coins, things must have been tighter than she thought.

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I raced after the demon. This was the 12th one this night alone. They had started to get smart. Not that they were particularly smart, but they were capable of learning. No longer did they stay and fight if they saw me. In fact, this one started to run the instant it noticed my approach. It wasn't too much of an issue as I was still faster than them, but they had started to work together. I only hoped they didn't start hiding soon. Or retreating up any stairs.

It really would have been much more of an issue if it hadn't been for my latest mutation. The air affinity mutation was unlike any of the others. Instead of giving me a new attachment or upgrade, changing my internal machinery, it allowed me to directly control the air slightly. It was kind of like pointing a vacuum in a particular direction rather than just having it pointing at the ceiling. It was hard to explain how exactly it worked, but it did. And I was starting to really get the hang of it.

I didn't have to only pull the air towards me anymore. Even though that was what I primarily did, being a vacuum and all. I could push things sideways or even away from me. For now, it was not a very strong gust of air, but still noticeable. I had a lot of fun making the tapestries on the wall wave. It looked like the seas of grass they were depicting were rippling in the breeze.

This had more of an immediate effect than I first thought it would. The directional vacuum greatly increased my combat capabilities compared to these earth demons. It increased the material I could consume from one of them by nearly 30%. It also slowed them down more, making it even harder for them to run away.

On top of that, the directionality let me turn my vacuum on higher without the worry of damaging the surroundings, as I now could avoid absolutely trashing the carpet on full suction. I could direct the air around certain areas and items to spare them or even change the amount of suction that different spots received. The amount of chasing I was doing was getting a bit ridiculous, though. Between the constant use of my sanitation lamp, the vacuum, and running at top speed, my battery drained very quickly. I already had to transmute a couple of the lesser demons I had stored away for later.

I put on one last burst of vacuum power, dislodging a considerable chunk from my prey. I darted forward, and the last of its earthen form disintegrated, a quick swirl of sandy material whisked away by my brushes. As satisfying as it was to work on eradicating these demons, I didn't feel like I could savor it much. At the rate I currently was going, I likely wouldn't finish ridding the castle of them completely by the time Beatrice returned. Well, that wouldn't be the end of the world. It would be nice to have her come home to a safe house, though. As I wished for a tiny bit more time to finish my work, I also hoped she would get back soon. It was quite lonely here.