Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 30: Chapter 29: The Great Plains of Boredom / A Story’s End

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Chapter 29: The Great Plains of Boredom / A Story’s End The rest of the day passed uneventfully after the attack and due to a lack of towns or villages nearby, we actually had to make camp for the evening though in the case of me and my mother, it could hardly be considered as roughing it. The two largest carriages in our caravan, which included the one we have been riding in, apparently could be converted into makeshift sleeping quarters. I had initially wondered why we had an extra carriage that was kept empty and, while not quite as large as the one we had been riding in, it was still quite spacious on the inside. The rest of the plains that we had passed through during the remainder of our travels on this day were even more nondescript than what we had passed through this morning, with the farmland giving way to flat grasslands without any trees in sight. There were the occasional shrubs, but that was it. Everything was just… flat. Honestly, a part of me felt that it defied reason that the land could be so flat. Maybe this is what the Midwest of the US looks like, but I have never been there so I wouldn’t know. Once the few servants who had come with us, as well as the guards, got the camp set up, the smell of cooking fills the air while my parents and I sit in some rather comfortable collapsible chairs as the sun descends beyond the horizon. As the dark of night sets in, lanterns are lit at various places around the camp, illuminating the area cheerfully. I consider making a small light so that I can continue reading, which is how I had spent most of my time this afternoon, aside from when I got slightly motion sick and had to take a break to stare out the window. I am almost done with my mother’s book and will likely finish it tonight if I indulge my urge to make a reading light. As fast as I thought about making a light to read by, I remember that not all the guards and servants that are with us know about my second affinity, so I dismiss the thought. All those servants know is that after my accident, a lock of my hair changed to a golden blond for an unknown reason. According to Mary, the rumor among most of the staff is that I had experienced such a shock that it caused the change. When I reminded her that that is supposed to result in white hair, not golden, she just shrugged, saying that people will make up the wildest rumors to explain things that they don’t understand and that I should just be glad that they haven't decided that it is the result of some curse. Plus, if I really feel the need to finish the book tonight, I can just wait until I settle into my sleeping quarters for the night, or I can sit closer to a lantern, though they aren’t as bright as I would prefer for reading. Our meal, a thick stew with beef and a variety of vegetables, is served to us shortly after the sun has fully set and, while not as grand as what I have come to expect when we are staying in a more civilized location, it is still delicious and filling. It also warms my heart to know that this stew isn’t just feeding the three of us as enough was made to feed everyone in the camp. I know this may sound odd to some, but I personally don’t like the idea of being fed significantly better food while the people who work for us have to settle for lower quality meals made out of the food left over once my parents and I have had our fill. When Mary informed me that this practice was normal for any servants of the nobility in Elgoss, I had started eating less, thinking that it would allow the servants to eat better. My mother had noticed and one day asked me about it. As a result, while the meals of the staff in Braemar Keep still happen after we have finished our meal, the cooks make enough for everyone instead of making additional dishes with the leftovers, something that Mary has assured me has improved the already high morale amongst the staff. Here on the road, we all eat at the same time, though I have noticed that sometimes the servants st