I Didn’t Particularly Want To Farm!

“Stella, please find the cursed jar and break it!” In the Credion Empire, where I was taken as a hostage, I encountered these small beings, and their earnest plea was so cute that I agreed to grant their request. What came out was none other than a pickaxe. “This is a noble pickaxe, blessed by Goddess Terra! Now, Stella, you too can become a noble farmer!” Farming, of all things. Despite being a bastard, Stella had always been far removed from such pursuits and simply shook her head, dismissing the idea. Yet, as time passed, she increasingly found herself drawn to the pickaxe, and it seemed as if the garden beyond was calling out to her. Strange, why do I suddenly want to farm? ** Ka...