A farmer’s tools are his life.

That’s why I’m sharpening mine today.

“It seems we will have visits.”

Marie is at the window. I suppose she saw whoever is outside coming here.

“Really? Who is it?”

“It’s forehead. It seems he decided to quit being afraid after seeing Ann.”

Our granddaughter returned to the village a Superior Being.

I can imagine how frustrated Forehead is. Everyone knows of his stubbornness in trying to go beyond his limits.

“Want for me to make some tea for us then?”

It is good to have something hot to drink while talking difficult things.

“Don’t worry about that, I don’t want to bother you. If he’s coming in I will make it myself. Please entertain him.”

“Uhm. Please no sugar on mine.”

“Sure darling.”

The sickle needs some polish on the middle section, so I’m not worried. Soon there were knocks on the door.

“Johson. What can I help you with?”

“Marie. I want to talk.”

“Sure, come in. I will make tea for us.”

“Anton. Good to see you.”

“Johson. Please seat.”

Forehead is seated in front of me. I keep sharpening my sickle.

“So, I heard the crop this year will be even better than last years’ ?”

Indeed, it’s seeming like that.

“Yeah. We almost didn’t have any hex rats this year. I think it’s because of the new [Forest Spirit]. It’s protecting us already.”

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“It’s amazing. I remember some tales from when I was young, but to think a [Forest Spirit] would really be born around this village. That explains why the hunters haven’t been finding any monsters nests recently.”

“Yes, it’s amazing.”

Marie soon gets back with the tea.

“Here.”

“Thanks.”

“Thanks ma.”

“You’re welcome. Now, Johson, you said you wanted to talk.”

He’s suddenly serious.

“Marie, I want to make a request to you.”

“What would that be?”

“Please teach me how to go beyond the Superior Being limit.”

I’m a bit surprised.

Why would my wife know such a thing?

“And why do you think I know how to do it?”

He’s looking at me. I look at Marie, she seems calm.

“I don’t know what you will ask of me, but I’ve decided to take my chances.”

“Please leave.”

“I will. Thank you.”

In the end forehead left a little after.

I still have to finish polishing my sickle.

Marie gives me a kiss to the cheek and hugs me.

She hasn’t denied to know something. I won’t ask her why.

My wife is my love, but she is how she is.