Addicted to Praise Stickers

Having finished warning them about the dangers of wild boars, Yerin and I walked toward the sinkhole where we'd set up the fish traps.

I wasn't sure whether they would believe me.

Ever since my appearance had changed like this, nothing I said seemed to carry any weight at all.

If they'd taken my warning even a little seriously, they'd at least move their campsite.

If they didn't believe me….

Well, they'd figure that out themselves.

Yerin quietly stared at me, then chuckled and reached out to gently pat the top of my head.

“Ms. Yerin. What are you doing?”

“I'm praising Rils because he was such a good boy. You give Rils praise stickers too, remember? This is a praise pat.”

“I don't need this kind of praise.”...