And she got a look that would rival the one of a scolding parent.
“For. Your. Orchard. I’m sure that you’ll find someone more than willing to help out, at least with the harvests! And if you’re a champion, you must be making a decent amount of money, don’t you? So why the hell don’t you pay the poor bloke?”
“The shipments? Build a schedule. Find people willing to make deliveries. You are the Champion, no one can take that away from you, but for God’s sake, Rebecca, that does not mean you are the only one who wants to help people! Do you listen to the whispers? I’m sure half those people would love to help you, even more so if they’re getting paid. And that would give you more than enough time to take care of yourself.
"Handing your title is like handing over mine. Power cannot be given away. But that doesn’t mean you have to do everything by yourself. I’m sure you know some people who’d be more than willing to help you out, no?”
Rebecca’s face went bright pink with a bit of shame.
“I… I honestly hadn’t thought of that. I was so used to helping my parents out all on my own that I didn’t think of asking anyone else for help.”
“I’ll ask around in the League tomorrow if there’s anyone willing to volunteer… I think Marshal said he had a lot of free time lately…”
She mumbled that last sentence, her blush not fading from her face.
“A-Ah, I’m gettin’ ahead of myself a bit. Let’s go inside, the sun’s beatin’ down a little.”
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