The last rain of late autumn already carried a piercing chill.
Sarve threw the last bundle of soaked wheat straw into the barn, lifted his arm to wipe off the hot sweat, and let out a heavy breath of white air.
"Finally done!"
The harvest season was finally over.
Although fate wasn't perfect, like forgetting to pay attention to the weather which soaked the drying straw, and this year the Lord neither hunted nor left any wild boar or venison to share, this autumn went relatively okay.
He was a person easily satisfied.
The most laborious work of the year could finally come to an end, and he would spend the long and cozy winter in his warm bed.
This is the coldest time in Campbell, but also the most beautiful season of his life, because it's the only time he has to create new life.
Perhaps before spring of next year, there might be a new life in his home.
