My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 700

But Mr. Blythes, after basking in the happiness for a moment, suddenly had a troubling thought. His expression shifted as he looked at Kisha with a hint of suspicion.

"You're not just dismissing us under the guise of giving us a choice, are you?" he asked cautiously. "This isn't some roundabout way of firing or demoting us now that we've served our purpose, right?"

Kisha's lips curled into a mysterious smile. "Truly a businessman, aren't we, Mr. Blythes?"

She wasn't offended by his blunt question, even though his tone carried a hint of rudeness. Kisha understood—he was simply looking out for his family's best interests.

Now, even his wife and daughter were eyeing Kisha with wariness. Observing them closely, she noticed the sunburn on their once smooth, fair skin. The Blythes' only daughter, who used to have a delicate complexion, was now tanned, her skin slightly reddish with faint freckles scattered across her face.

She had changed a lot since the last time Kisha had seen her. She looked tougher, yet the softness in her expression remained. However, her rosy glow was gone, along with the carefree sparkle in her eyes.

It was clear that adjusting to this new life hadn't been easy for her. But unlike Melody, she hadn't caused trouble. Instead, she had endured.

In reality, it was her mother who had been causing trouble from the very beginning. She simply couldn't accept that her beloved daughter had been reduced to such a state. As a result, she constantly complained, nagging and ranting while working in the fields.

For some reason, every time Kisha checked on them through her territory's interface, she would hear Mrs. Blythes grumbling and her voice carrying the same relentless energy as the women in the countryside who aired their frustrations for all to hear.

For some reason, Kisha found it both refreshing and amusing. After all, this was a woman who used to be a refined socialite, yet she had no reservations about reprimanding Kisha for making things difficult for them.

Still, despite her endless complaints and the stream of sharp words directed at Kisha, she never once refused to work. Every single day, she showed up and did her part. In fact, she even made sure her daughter took breaks in the shade while she took on the heavier tasks herself. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

For some reason, Kisha developed a favorable impression of them. Initially, she had little trust in them and assigned them to this position as a test of character.

However, after observing their perseverance and dedication, she found herself willing to place her trust in them. Now, she was ready to move them to a different department—one where they could work at a steadier pace, explore new opportunities, and develop skills in areas they were genuinely interested in.

All while entrusting this labor-intensive work to those truly skilled in it. After all, she planned to have them work under Marcus—there was no better person to understand their struggles than someone who had lived a hard life himself.

Having spent a month living with Kisha and Duke, Marcus not only knew them personally but also understood their expectations and work ethic, making him the ideal mentor for their transition.

She hoped that Hugo and his people would learn everything they wanted to know about her through Marcus—someone they could speak to openly without fear of judgment.

This way, they would gradually grow closer to her without even realizing it, allowing trust to develop naturally.

Once that trust was strong enough, she could have them sign a Magical Contract, securing their loyalty and enabling them to work within the territory space. Marcus needed more hands to expand the farmland, and he could no longer manage it alone.

She also planned to enlist the Winters' men for plowing and harvesting when they weren't focused on their training, but that was before.

Now that there are more hands available, she could let the Winters' men ensure they remained prepared for the increasingly difficult missions the system was bound to send their way in the near future.

Because of this, manpower was essential. She also needed to provide support for Mike and Gant, as the twins were still just teenagers who required assistance in caring for the aquatic animals and livestock—just as Marcus needed help managing the farmland.

As Kisha looked at the Blythes, her mind was already racing a thousand miles per second, mapping out everything that needed to be done as soon as possible—without anyone even realizing it.