Amber wicked a bead of sweat off her brow, panting. She had been out in the field tending to the sweet potato crops, pulling them out of the ground and chucking them into two heavy baskets around her shoulders. It was difficult work, sure, but she couldn’t see her favorite cow until after all her chores were done. The cow in question was Milly, a 10-year-old female Guernsey cattle, her coat a caramel brown dotted with white patches.
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“Ugh, I cannot believe her!” Hilda stomped around her messy room, papers scattered along with laundry, both dirty and clean. “Why does the professor think I’m a good choice on the battlefield!”
She sighed, laying down on the unmade bed. She was just so tired of having to fight all the time, and she didn’t know why Byleth kept choosing her, week after week. No matter what she did, how much she begged, the professor refused to remove her from the frontline.
So,
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