Fantasy Family Simulator (FFS)

Rhett carefully studied the glowing screen before him, frowning as he made sure to commit everything to memory. Only then did he dismiss the simulation.

"Finally," he sighed in relief. "As expected of the desolate areas within the many branches of the Beast Mountain Range. I hunted for over half a month in the Darkfeather Eagle Branch before encountering a third-tier beast."

The number of beasts there was sufficient to raise his Destiny Points to a high level. All he needed to do was return two days earlier to avoid disaster.

"This plan is feasible!" Rhett's eyes gleamed with determination.

After lunch, he returned to his room and took a refreshing nap. When he woke up, he looked out the window and saw the knight training grounds, where the knights were diligently training. He also noticed Frano and Laurene chatting with Kurth and Tadelle, occasionally gesturing toward different parts of the training grounds.

Rhett then made his way down to the third floor and walked to Reilly's room. He needed to check on the Snow Fairy.

The door was locked, but he could sense faint water-element fluctuations inside.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Reilly, are you in there?"

"Father, please come in. I wasn't expecting you," Reilly replied, surprised as he opened the door and stepped aside.

"Nina is here too, I see," Rhett said with a smile as he entered and noticed the round Snow Fairy tumbling from the air. As soon as she hit the ground, she bounced onto the bed and blinked her innocent eyes at Rhett before hopping onto Reilly's head.

"Father, there's something I need to tell you," Reilly said as he gently stroked Nina. "Through our bond, I can sense that her hibernation is approaching. Once she falls asleep, she won't wake until next winter..."

Rhett understood the Snow Fairy's unique nature and fell silent for a moment. "So, we won't see the little one for most of the year... That's sad news. We should plant the magic seeds as soon as possible."

"Yes, time is running out. Let's aim to finish planting by this afternoon," Reilly suggested, glancing out the window. "Tack and I can handle planting the seeds ourselves to avoid others knowing when they were planted."

Staggering the planting cycles was a plan they had set in advance. As long as they kept the first year's growth cycle a secret, the town could enjoy multiple harvests each year without anyone knowing the exact growth time.

Rhett nodded. "Let's get to it."

For the entire afternoon, the three of them worked tirelessly in the fields. When the setting sun cast its final rays, Rhett suddenly remembered, "Tack still needs to train in his movement techniques. This timing is just right."

Brushing the dirt from his pants, Rhett called out, "Tack, leave the rest to Reilly and come with me."

He then turned to Reilly, saying, "Thanks for your hard work. There are still about forty seeds left. I'll take Tack to practice his techniques."

Wiping sweat from his brow, Reilly replied, "Don't worry, Father. I'll take care of the rest."

After his father left, Reilly sighed and stretched his back. Unlike his father, who was an earth-element mage capable of controlling the soil directly, Reilly had to do everything manually. Though he wasn't pampered, as a mage, he rarely performed tasks typically assigned to servants. Despite his enhanced physique from magic, spending an entire afternoon planting seeds had worn him out.

Once Rhett and Tack were gone, Nina, the little fairy sitting in the corner, began to happily flutter around, circling Reilly three times before landing on his head. She released a cooling mist, making Reilly feel refreshed.

"Are you trying to help me work?" Reilly asked with a smile.

Nina shook her head to refuse, then flew to the newly planted water-element magic plants. She exhaled a breath of icy mist that seeped into the soil, nourishing the buried seeds.

Meanwhile, back in the fifth-floor hall of Deep Rock Fortress, Rhett retrieved the mirror from its previous spot by the window, where the sunset cast a red glow. Once again, words and diagrams appeared on the ceiling, outlining the content of the movement technique.

"Tack, focus—we don't have much daylight left," Rhett urged.

"Got it, Father! Give me ten minutes, and I'll memorize the first level of this technique," Tack replied excitedly, his eyes gleaming as he studied the ceiling. With a few movements, he was soon immersed in his training.

Stewart was particularly busy today, rushing between the first-floor hall, the kitchen, the warehouse, and the cellar.

"Stewart!" came a long shout from the kitchen hallway.

"I'm here! What's the matter now?"

Maru, the head cook, called out in her familiar warm tone, "Could you remind Bella that we're running low on red wine and apple juice? I need them for the recipes!"

"Right away, Maru. I'll go check on it now," Stewart replied, feeling overwhelmed. He had just returned from the warehouse and now had to head to the cellar.

"Gina, how many times have I told you that the bottom of the plates needs to be wiped clean? Just because you can't see it doesn't mean you can slack off," Stewart scolded a nearby maid as he picked up a plate from the dining table and noticed a smudge.

"Stewart, this must be Charle's doing. I just came from the kitchen to take over for Charle, so I didn't touch these plates," Gina explained as she carefully placed a large bottle of juice on the table.

"Oh no, not Charle again! I've already told him about this last time. If I weren't so busy right now, I'd give him an earful. Make sure to tell him what I said when you see him!" Stewart wiped the sweat from his brow and hurried off.

"Yes, Stewart," Gina replied.

In the cellar, Bella and Leo were busy moving crates of beer and juice, one working below and the other above.

"Leo, I just remembered that Maru needs red wine and apple juice as well. We forgot to send them up," Bella said, patting her forehead as she placed a crate of beer on the floor.

"Damn it! We've got plenty of red wine, but I accidentally spilled a crate of apple juice a few days ago. That was the last one!" Leo cursed as he recalled the incident.

"Sigh..." Bella sighed, but before she could say anything more, Stewart appeared, frowning. "I heard everything just now, Leo. Your memory is as bad as ever. Spilling the juice is one thing, but you should have told me earlier. Now that it's affecting the banquet, the consequences are a thousand times worse!"

Leo climbed out of the cellar, his head hung low. The sixteen-year-old fiddled nervously with his shirt, then timidly suggested, "Stewart, I could go to town and buy more. The townspeople should have some apple juice stored."

"That might work..." Stewart mused.