The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Chapter 115 I’m Petty, Alright!
Aunt Sabby couldn’t help but feel puzzled by Hera’s apparent good mood, especially since she herself was feeling concerned. Walking just behind them, Zen and Xavier couldn’t help but overhear everything being said, as Hera and Aunt Sabby didn’t seem to be making much effort to lower their voices.

They immediately grasped the reason behind Hera’s laughter, and despite themselves, they couldn’t resist letting out mocking sneers as they walked behind them.

“Aunt Sabby, it’s true that earning points in the show is challenging…” Hera’s words trailed off, sparking concern in Aunt Sabby. Before she could voice her worry, Hera resumed, “But that’s only the case if the participants are slacking.”

Aunt Sabby tilted her head in confusion, prompting Hera to elaborate as they walked.

“As guests in your village and participants of ‘The Quest’ Variety Show, despite its name being a Variety Show, it’s more akin to a Reality Show with a sprinkle of entertainment. Our purpose here is to immerse ourselves in village life, learning and integrating. That means living and working just like everyone else.”

Observing Aunt Sabby still processing the information, Hera pressed on.

“It simply means we must partake in the same meals as everyone in the village and labor diligently, rising early to commence work and ceasing at day’s end before dusk. Isn’t that the essence of village life? Regarding food, the villagers dine on simple fare, and so should we. By adhering to these rules, we’ll earn a full score, affording us a broader selection of ingredients for cooking, resulting in what could be deemed a lavish meal within the village.”

Aunt Sabby’s eyes lit up as realization dawned on her. “Ah! So that means, those who neglect the rules and fail to work diligently will only earn points proportional to their efforts, resulting in smaller food portions for them.”

Hera nodded in agreement. “Exactly. It’s akin to the villagers’ way of life. The harder they work, the greater their yield of vegetables or milk from the cows, leading to more food on the table or extra money for purchasing other necessities.”

“TSK! So, it appears those celebrities were simply slacking off, hoping to garner sympathy and free food,” Aunt Sabby exclaimed, her words devoid of any sugarcoating, as she grasped the realization of almost falling victim to Alice’s scheme.

Hera couldn’t help but marvel at Aunt Sabby’s sharp intuition.

Growing increasingly frustrated with the other celebrity’s behavior, Aunt Sabby had her own epiphany. “Oh! Weren’t you and your team always diligent workers? That must mean you’ve earned full points and have access to more ingredients, right?” She couldn’t resist clapping at the conclusion of her sentence.

Hera nodded confidently. “Indeed, we’ve accumulated a sufficient number of points. We haven’t exhausted our reserves, and we’ll also receive additional points for today’s labor. Furthermore, we managed to secure two pheasants during lunch, along with eight pheasant eggs,” Hera declared without a trace of embarrassment. In fact, a hint of pride resonated in her voice. This served not only to reassure Aunt Sabby of their well-being but also to convey Hera’s confidence in her team’s reliability.

Hearing all this from Hera, Aunt Sabby’s tensed shoulder started to relax and was now beaming from ear to ear. “You really are an amazing girl.” She repeatedly tapped Hera’s arm affectionately like her real mother.

Hera embraced Aunt Sabby’s compliment with confidence, puffing out her chest proudly. “Absolutely, Aunt Sabby. I aim to earn your recognition,” she affirmed, flashing a warm smile. Aunt Sabby’s laughter echoed as they strolled along the dimming village road, now empty as villagers had retreated to their homes to cook dinner. “I’m grateful for your assurance, Hera,” Aunt Sabby remarked warmly. Hera giggled in response. “No need to worry, Aunt Sabby. We won’t go hungry tonight or tomorrow. I’ll make sure of it,” she reassured with a playful grin.

“Alright, with your reassuring words and having reliable Xavier by your side, I’ll reluctantly concede,” Aunt Sabby declared. She gently parted Hera’s arms once again before releasing her grip and heading home.

“Wait, what about me? Am I not reliable enough?” Zen protested, pointing to himself. But Aunt Sabby was already on her way, perhaps eager to share the gossip she’d just heard from Hera with the other village women.

This was precisely why Hera took the time to explain the rules and intricacies of the show to Aunt Sabby. Aware of Aunt Sabby’s penchant for gossiping among the other village women, Hera knew that whatever Aunt Sabby knew would quickly spread throughout the village.

“I may be petty, but I revel in it,” she mused to herself with a smirk, striding confidently towards the cabin. Her laughter echoed softly, reminiscent of a cunning fox ensnaring its prey in its own trap. If they didn’t want Hera and her team visiting the villagers for meals, then so be it. But that also meant denying the other participants the chance to enjoy such hospitality, leveling the playing field. “Hurhur,” she chuckled, satisfied with the turn of events.

A glint of fondness flickered in Xavier’s eyes as he grasped Hera’s intention. Silently, he trailed behind her, understanding her plan. Meanwhile, Zen struggled to shake off the sting of not being recognized as reliable, a blow to his pride and masculine ego. Despite this, he remained silent as they walked along the road.

After a brief journey, they reached the cabin, where the other participants appeared somber as they busied themselves in the kitchen, preparing their meals. A few were already seated at the dining table, eating in silence. Hera and her team didn’t linger on the scene, merely casting a brief glance around before heading upstairs to their room. Xavier held the cooler containing the pheasant, drawing everyone’s attention as they passed.

“You really didn’t eat out in other people’s houses, but you had a takeout instead,” Minerva sarcastically sneered, her hunger intensifying her irritation. None of the food in front of her seemed appetizing, and her patience was wearing thin. She resembled a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment due to her growing frustration from hunger.

This was an entirely new experience for her. She had taken a bold step by participating in the Variety Show, all in an effort to publicly promote her relationship with Alexi and elevate it to an onscreen couple status. Her primary goal was to ensure that Alexi never entertained the thought of escaping from her.

She had assumed that her familial connection—her brother being the CEO of SOE—would grant her special treatment on the show. However, reality was far from her expectations. She now realized the folly of her assumptions and was beginning to regret her decision to join the Variety Show. Perhaps she should have opted for drama filming or a different variety show that specifically promoted couples instead.

She grew increasingly impatient witnessing Hera’s success on her own. Fearing that if she didn’t intervene, Alexi might be drawn back to his ex, she felt her grip on him slipping away. This drove her to join the Variety Show, fully aware that Alexi was among the invited participants. Desperate measures were taken, including resorting to threats against one of the original participants, just to secure her spot in the show.

Her bold move left her hungry and feeling enslaved in the show, with no gains to show for it. Despite her efforts, she hadn’t even had the chance to seduce Alexi. Instead, she found his gaze constantly drawn to Hera, which only fueled her frustration and resentment.