Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 48

Chapter 48: The Wild (7)

“We cannot live in a cave forever. Let’s build a hut tomorrow,” Ahcehera said, her gaze fixed on the river, its clear waters reflecting the soft light of the sky.

“Let’s move to higher ground. That way, we’ll be safe from flooding and closer to a reliable water source.”

“Okay,” Richard replied with a simple nod.

The two began their hike up the terrain. After some time, they came across a patch of flat land near the river.

The ground was open, with a few scattered trees spaced far apart. The area was peaceful, offering both sunlight and shade, a perfect location for their shelter.

“What about taking shelter in the trees?” Ahcehera suggested, her sharp eyes scanning the area for sturdy options.

“Hmm,” Richard murmured in agreement, his words measured and brief.

Ahcehera noticed his reluctance to speak more than necessary. Perhaps he was trying to avoid drawing suspicion, she thought.

Determined to make progress, she wandered further, inspecting the surroundings.

Her eyes lit up as she spotted a grove of bamboo interspersed with oak trees. Both were ideal for construction.

Perfect.

She crouched near the base of a particularly healthy bamboo stalk and took a few saplings. With a practiced motion, she slipped them into her space storage.

These are rare finds on Sirius. I’ll try propagating them when I return. They might just help restore the environment there.

The thought sparked a small sense of hope in her chest.

Gathering wood didn’t take long. Ahcehera worked efficiently, her movements swift and purposeful.

She glanced at Richard occasionally, but he seemed absorbed in his own thoughts, quietly assisting where needed.

Ropes wouldn’t be an issue, as she already had plenty stored in her space button.

In fact, she had all sorts of advanced tools and equipment for carpentry tucked away, far more sophisticated than what this wilderness might expect.

“This won’t take as long as I thought,” she muttered to herself, glancing at the growing pile of materials she had collected.

Tomorrow, they would begin building their hut, something sturdy and safe to withstand the unknowns of this strange land.

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At the break of dawn, Ahcehera was already hard at work clearing the land.

The golden rays of the rising sun painted the sky as she moved with precision and focus, careful not to wake Richard, who was still sleeping soundly.

He needs his rest. His body isn’t strong enough to endure everything we have to do. If he gets sick again… She shook her head, dismissing the thought.

Ahcehera began by clearing the overgrown weeds around the area. She knelt close to the earth, her hands moving swiftly but skillfully.

Once the weeds were gone, she used her mental power to lift and stack the scattered rocks, forming neat piles that she could use later.

Next, she turned her attention to the bamboo she had collected. With precision, she cut the stalks evenly and crafted a sturdy fence around the perimeter.

The enclosed area spanned nearly a thousand square meters, a safe haven in the wilderness.

She added a large gate made of bamboo at the entrance, securing it with a clever locking mechanism she designed herself.

To ensure longevity, she sprayed the bamboo and wood with chemicals to protect them from rot, insects, and the harsh shifts in weather.

The ground inside the fence was uneven and riddled with stones, but she didn’t let that deter her.

Using her mental power, she leveled the land and lined it with rocks, creating a stable and clean foundation.

From there, she began constructing the hut. She worked tirelessly, her mind running calculations for structural integrity as she pieced the frame together.

The hut was designed with two floors, the ground floor serving as storage and workspace, while the top floor would be their living quarters, elevated to protect them from crawling creatures of the wild.

The skeletal structure of the hut rose steadily, its bamboo beams strong and precisely aligned.

As the sun climbed higher into the sky, beads of sweat rolled down her face, but she pressed on, determined to finish the framework before Richard woke.

When Richard woke up, he was greeted by the sound of steady hammering and the sight of Ahcehera perched confidently on the framework of the hut, working on the roofing.

For a moment, he sat still, utterly stunned.

The princess, someone he assumed had grown up surrounded by luxury and palace comforts, was handling carpentry with a level of skill and precision that defied his imagination.

The sunlight filtered through the trees, highlighting her determined expression and the rhythm of her movements.

She handled each piece of bamboo with care, securing them in place to form a sturdy roof. Her confidence made it seem as though she had been doing this her whole life.

When the roofing was finally complete, Ahcehera descended with practiced ease. She retrieved a meal box from her space button and handed it to Richard.

“How can I help?”

“Here,” she said, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Eat first. I’ll let you help with the furniture later.”

Richard nodded, unable to hide his admiration as he began wolfing down the food. Each bite seemed to reinvigorate him, and he couldn’t help but glance at the nearly finished hut.

The second floor was thoughtfully designed, with three separate rooms and a small central living area.

One room was designated for Ahcehera, another for Richard, and the third served as a secure storage space for valuable supplies such as medicine, dried meat, and other essentials.

The first floor was equally well-planned. It featured a compact kitchen, a cozy dining area, and a spacious stockroom for everyday items.

To Richard’s surprise, there was even a small comfort room, a cleverly constructed space for bathing and disposing of waste.

Ahcehera’s ingenuity in adapting to their situation was nothing short of remarkable.

After he finished his meal, Richard approached Ahcehera, ready to contribute.

“Alright,” she began, handing him a simple tool. “Let’s start with the basics. You’ll make chairs and tables first. I’ll guide you through it.”

Under her patient instruction, Richard learned to cut bamboo to precise lengths, sand it smooth, and assemble it into functional pieces.

Despite his initial clumsiness, he quickly caught on, and before long, they had crafted a sturdy table and a pair of chairs.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, the hut began to feel less like a temporary shelter and more like a home, a testament to their teamwork and Ahcehera’s resourcefulness.