Chise rose early, having to harvest the crops before lunch. Her master was very strict and sometimes even cruel to her, so she shouldn't give him cause for anger. Several years had passed since her separation from Elias, and Chise had become accustomed to the life of a medieval slave. So she left the slave barn and headed out into the field, wincing slightly—the scars from yesterday's beating remained, again...

Chise: (to herself) "Well, Chise, it's time to get to work... of course, I miss spending time with Elias, but it's all logical, right? I deserve this treatment due to my bad luck. So there's no point in complaining and it's time to work. Maybe the master won't be strict today?"