Chapter 297 The Best Day of My Life

The goblins, their faces lit up with excitement, eagerly followed her instructions. They mimicked her gestures, their tiny hands guiding the logs through the air. The logs floated effortlessly, and the goblins moved them with newfound confidence and ease.

"This is incredible! It's like the logs are dancing!" one goblin marveled, his eyes sparkling with joy.

"Master Helen is amazing! We can do anything with her magic!" another goblin cheered, his voice filled with admiration.

Suzuka smiled, pleased with their enthusiasm, though she could not understand goblin language, she knew that goblins were excited.

"You're doing great, everyone. Keep it up, and we'll have this done in no time."

With Suzuka's gravity magic making the logs nearly weightless, the task that once seemed insurmountable became a breeze. The goblins worked together, their movements coordinated and efficient. They guided the logs to the designated pile, their faces beaming with pride and amazement. The logs were neatly piled up by the end of the day, and the goblins, though exhausted, were beaming with pride.

Hermit looked up at Suzuka with a grateful smile.

"Thank you, Master Helen. We couldn't have done it without you."

Suzuka's demeanor relaxed, a proud smile spreading across her face.

"You did well, Hermit. All of you did. Just remember, there's no shame in asking for help. We're a team."

As the sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Suzuka gathered the goblins around for another surprise. The air was thick with anticipation as they watched her rummage through her magic item storage. With a flourish, she pulled out a multitude of tents, each one more vibrant and sturdy than anything the goblins had ever seen.

Larry, Jake, Mia, and Max quickly set to work, erecting the tents. The goblins watched in awe, their eyes wide and shimmering with disbelief. Suzuka turned to Hermit, who was clutching his aching butt and stood among his fellow goblins.

“Hermit,” Suzuka said, her voice carrying a gentle authority, “these tents are for you and your kin. They are your temporary homes.”

Hermit’s eyes filled with tears, and he turned to relay the message to the goblins. As the words left his lips, a wave of emotion swept through the crowd. The goblins, who had known nothing but hardship and cruelty, could scarcely believe the kindness being shown to them.

One goblin, trembling with reverence, fell to his knees, bowing his head so low it touched the ground.

 “Master Helen,” he whispered, voice choked with emotion, “you are a goddess of mercy. We are not worthy of such gifts.”

Another goblin, clutching a tent pole as if it were a holy relic, began to weep openly. 

“All our lives we’ve known only pain and suffering. Never have we been given something so grand, so precious.”

The reaction was contagious. Goblin after goblin followed suit, falling to their knees, bowing and weeping, their voices rising in a cacophony of gratitude and praise.

 “Praise Master Helen!” they cried. 

“She is our savior, our protector! Long live Master Helen! Our goddess!”

The scene was surreal. Goblins, creatures often reviled and mistreated, now knelt in worship before Suzuka. Their tiny bodies shook with sobs, their faces wet with tears of joy and reverence. They touched the tents with gentle fingers, as if afraid they might disappear, murmuring prayers and blessings under their breath in goblin tongue.

Suzuka, feeling a mix of pride and humility, watched the display with a soft smile.

 “You deserve this,” she said softly, addressing the goblins.

 “No one should have to live the way you have. These tents are just the beginning. Soon, we will build a better future.”

The goblins, overwhelmed by her words and the reality of their new homes, erupted into cheers. Their voices, though small and rough, carried a powerful emotion.

 “Thank you, Master Helen! We will serve you faithfully!”

Larry, Jake, Mia, and Max, standing nearby, couldn’t help but be moved by the sight. Larry wiped a tear from his eye, chuckling.

 “Helen, you’ve got yourself a loyal army here.”

Jake nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. 

“These little guys will follow you to the ends of the earth. You did good for them.”

Mia added, “Let’s just hope they don’t worship you too much. We don’t need a cult on our hands.”

Max, laughing, said, “A little worship never hurt anyone. Besides, they’ve earned a bit of happiness.”

Goblin slaves had never owned anything so luxurious. To them, these tents were not just shelters but symbols of their newfound freedom and dignity.

One goblin still unable to believe, trembling with excitement, stammered, "F-for us? These are really for us?"

Hermit nodded, his toothy smile lighting up his face. 

"Yes, they're all ours. Master says we deserve it after all our hard work."

The goblins could hardly contain their joy. They clutched the tents to their chests, some of them bursting into tears. 

"Thank you, Master Helen! Thank you so much!" they cried out, their voices full of gratitude.

As they began to marvel at their tents, the goblins' excitement reached a fever pitch. They danced around, their faces beaming with delight. The scene quickly turned into a celebration, their laughter echoing through the clearing.

"This is the best day of my life! I've never had anything like this before!"

Another goblin, who was usually quiet and reserved, couldn't stop smiling as he inspected his tent. 

"Look at the patterns! It's like a master goblin's chambers!"

They began to playfully shove each other, joking and teasing in their high-pitched voices.

 "Hey, watch out! My tent's gonna be bigger than yours!" one goblin said, poking another with a mischievous grin.

"Not if I set mine up first!" the other replied, both of them laughing.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the goblins’ excitement showed no signs of waning. They started to play games around their new tents, using the empty tent bags as makeshift balls. They kicked and tossed them around, creating an impromptu soccer match. Their small, nimble bodies darted and dashed, the air filled with their joyous shouts.

A few goblins even started a mini-talent show, performing clumsy acrobatics and silly dances. One particularly daring goblin, attempted to balance on one leg while juggling rocks, much to the amusement of his friends, he stumbled and fell, but the other goblins cheered him on, their laughter ringing out loud and clear.

Hermit, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. He had never seen his fellow goblins so happy, so full of life. He turned to Suzuka, his eyes brimming with gratitude.

 "Master Helen, you’ve given us more than just tents. You've given us hope."

Suzuka placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her voice soft.

 "You all deserve it, Hermit. You proved to be useful, I would even go as far as to say that you exceeded my expectations. Do well and you will be even happier, this is just the beginning."

The goblins continued their celebration late into the night. Some of them gathered around a makeshift campfire, sharing stories and dreams of the future. Others lay inside their tents, their new homes, marveling at the softness of the fabric and the sense of security it provided.

One young goblin, barely more than a hatchling, curled up inside his tent with wide, awestruck eyes.

 "I feel like a king!" he declared, his voice a whisper of pure joy.

Hermit, not wanting to be left out, tried his best to join in the fun with a comedic act. He attempted to lift a twig over his head like the others had done earlier, only to topple backward with a squeak. The other goblins rushed to help him up, their laughter warm and supportive.

"Careful there, Hermit!" one goblin teased, clapping him on the back.

"We need our leader in one piece!" another chimed in, grinning. Hermit, though embarrassed, laughed along with them.

As the night wore on, the goblins gradually settled down, their energy finally ebbing. They retreated into their tents, the flickering fire casting a warm glow across their peaceful faces. Suzuka watched over them, her heart full.

"Sleep well, my little goblins," she murmured, a smile playing on her lips.

 "Tomorrow, you will see something spectacular."

As the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, the goblins settled into their new tents. Their hearts, once heavy with sorrow, now brimmed with hope and gratitude. Suzuka had not only sheltered them but had also restored their faith in kindness and compassion. The clearing fell silent, save for the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle snores of the goblins.

With the night creeping in, everyone settled into their tents. Silvia gathered the tiny hatchlings and led them to her tent. She made a cozy, warm nest nook out of a big, soft pillow, and the hatchlings, exhausted from a long day of learning all sorts of new things, eagerly snuggled in. Silvia’s teachings had borne fruit even after just one day. Some of the hatchlings already had a grasp of muttering a few human words and knew their meanings. Some more talented ones could even string together simple sentences.

Jacob, exhausted from removing tree stumps and leveling the ground all day after the goblins were done cutting the trees, dragged himself to his tent. Isaac offered to stand guard for the night, ensuring that no monsters tried anything funny. The dwarves, tired from cramming so much knowledge into the hatchlings, went to sleep as well. Max, Mia, and Jake, after finishing up looking after the goblins' needs, also retired for the night.

Olivia, feeling the weight of the day's labor and the emotional burden of wanting a private moment with Suzuka, waited for her chance to stay alone with her. She lingered near the fire, her eyes following Suzuka's every movement, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Just as Olivia saw her opportunity, Larry ruined her chance by approaching Suzuka, his face serious and his manner urgent.

“Helen, I have some important things to report from our scouting,” Larry said, his voice low but firm.

Suzuka turned serious, sensing the gravity of Larry’s tone.

 “Let's discuss it in my tent,” she replied.

Inside the tent, Suzuka sat across from Larry, her expression intense. 

“What have you found, Larry?”