I Transmigrated Into a Farming Sim, Turns Out It Was a 18+ Game-Chapter 22: Lady Ciel Visit the Victor

The sun had only just started its lazy climb over the hills when Eren stood in the middle of the now-trampled competition field, arms folded, sweat still drying on his neck. His prized crop—a bizarrely resilient blue-stalked lettuce hybrid he'd grown using fish bone compost and stress-induced fertilizer—had officially placed first. First. In a hentai farming sim.

What kind of world gave out gold and public glory for vegetables?

Eren squinted into the horizon, half-expecting a fireball or sexy demon girl to erupt from the trees. But instead, the crowd was just dispersing. Happy farmers, disappointed ones, a few sore losers. Some lingered, whispering his name like it was about to be minted into currency.

"You look overwhelmed," came a smooth, teasing voice behind him.

He didn't even turn around. "Ciel. You here to collect taxes on my prize money already?"

Lady Ciel Vernhart chuckled softly, the sound as elegant as her footsteps. She wore her usual noble attire—black gloves, silver-blonde hair in a twist, eyes sharp as fresh frost. But there was a softness in them today. Curiosity, maybe.

"I came to congratulate you," she said, stepping beside him. "You did something remarkable, Eren. I watched from the stands."

"Didn't realize nobles cared about farming competitions," Eren muttered, brushing dirt off his trousers.

"Most don't. But most farmers don't invent hybrid crops with unnatural resilience and a slight aphrodisiacal scent."

He froze. "Wait. What?"

Ciel smiled faintly. "I do my research. Don't worry. It's subtle. Only really affects rabbits and one unfortunate merchant."

"I feel like I should be concerned about that."

"I feel like you should accept my praise before I change my mind."

He turned to her finally. "Thank you, Lady Ciel. That means something. From you."

Her gaze held his for a moment longer than polite. "It should. And don't think I missed how you charmed the audience. You're becoming... dangerous."

Before he could figure out if she meant politically or sexually, a voice chimed behind him like a bell.

"Ereeen!"

Mira barreled toward him, her chestnut braid bouncing wildly. She wore a clean linen dress—probably her nicest—and boots still crusted with soil. Her cheeks were flushed, though whether from running or emotion was unclear.

"You won!" she beamed, nearly crashing into him. "You actually won!"

"I was there. I noticed," he deadpanned.

But she threw her arms around him anyway. Full hug. Warm. Honest. And probably accidental, judging by the way she squeaked and stepped back immediately.

"S-sorry! I just—Grandma would've been proud. I mean, I'm proud. Not that I'm your grandma—wait, I mean—"

"You're fine," he said, patting her shoulder with the awkwardness of a man allergic to affection. "Thanks, Mira."

"You two make a charming pair," Ciel said lightly.

Mira flushed even deeper. "L-Lady Ciel! I didn't mean to—uh, I'm just his assistant!"

"Official farm assistant," Eren corrected. "And unofficial crisis control."

Mira beamed at the title.

Then came the quiet hum.

[System Notification]

Greentified Skill Unlocked

Your bond with the land grows. Crop yield increased by 10%. Hidden attributes of plants now visible through instinct.

Eren blinked. "Finally," he muttered.

Lira materialized beside them in a gentle shimmer, like moonlight in digital form.

"You've unlocked [Greentified]. I advise against using it to peek into reproductive properties of flora unless you want to be flagged again."

"Flagged by who?" Eren frowned.

Lira just looked at him.

"I don't like how vague you are sometimes."

"I like that you keep surviving regardless."

Ciel gave the android a curious glance. "Is she always this... direct?"

"Only when she's feeling affectionate," Eren muttered.

Lira nodded. "Affection protocols running at 9%. You're lucky."

As the group shared a moment of strange, grounded camaraderie, a heavy-set figure approached. Mayor Jorven, his moustache twitching with official pride.

"Well, well! The man of the hour!"

Eren groaned internally. "Mayor."

"You've done this town proud, boy. Tarenfall hasn't seen a first-time winner since Cael was still sucking on turnips!"

"Thank you... I think?"

"As promised, your reward: one hundred gold coins and a plot of fertile land near the southern riverbend. Prime soil. You'll need to register your claim, but it's yours."

Eren blinked. "Wait—actual land?"

The mayor laughed. "What did you think? We give out coupons?"

Lira added, "You also gain +1 Reputation in Tarenfall. Nearby villages may take notice."

Ciel murmured, "More than take notice. You'll have visitors by dusk tomorrow, I'd wager."

Mira clutched his sleeve, eyes wide. "You're getting more land? We can grow even more now!"

"I'm gonna need a bigger shovel," Eren muttered.

"And better defenses," Lira added. "Your harem probability just increased."

"I don't have a harem."

Everyone looked at Mira.

"I'm just helping," she said too quickly.

Ciel raised a brow. "So am I. In a strictly administrative capacity, of course."

Eren sighed. "I hate all of you."

"You'll love us when the taxes hit," Ciel teased.

"Not helping."

She smiled. "That's the point.

Later, as the crowd thinned and the music began to fade into the evening wind, Eren found himself sitting under a tree on the edge of the field, gold pouch heavy in his lap.

Mira sat beside him, legs tucked beneath her dress. Lira hovered near his shoulder, projecting crop analytics he ignored. Ciel had left to attend to whatever noblefolk did after hours, but not before reminding him to "write a speech for next year."

"Still doesn't feel real," Mira said quietly.

"It isn't," Eren said. "It's a weird farming sim where potatoes might become sentient next week."

She giggled. "Still. I'm proud of you."

He looked at her, surprised. "Why?"

"You could've run away. You didn't. You kept planting. You even helped the old widow prune her tomato trees."

"That was because she threatened to curse me."

"She did not."

"She totally did."

Mira leaned her head on his shoulder. "Still proud." freewebnoveℓ.com

He didn't move.

Didn't want to.

He just sighed, staring up at the stars.