【Beginning】
- Persephone the Harvest Maiden: Get away! You fop!
- Wooer: Persephone! I will be back again!
- Persephone the Harvest Maiden: If you come back again, I will cut off your hands!
After all, Persephone was all bluster. She could not harm anyone with her sickle. Since her mother became sick, Persephone worked on the wheat field on her own and so, threw all the hard work at the wooers. That not only lightened her workload, but would also irritate those aristocrats who do not leave with the military. This approach did drive away some of them, but a few loyal ones still worked hard and listened to Persephone’s every order.
- Persephone the Harvest Maiden: If they go on like this, I won’t be able to reject them when it’s harvest season.
- Persephone the Harvest Maiden: If I carelessly get moved by them —
At dusk, Persephone went into a forest and hid her sickle, planning to ask the wooers to find it back tomorrow, wasting their time...
- Persephone the Harvest Maiden: ‘This is stupid...’
Persephone flung the sickle down a well, giving sounds of clang. She shouted:
- Persephone the Harvest Maiden: Why am I doing this!
- ???: Of course you do not have to do this.
Persephone was startled and looked around, but no one was there. The voice of a male said tenderly:
- ???: Take this, Persephone.
A shiny harp rose from the well. Persephone approached it and saw the golden harp had a sickle on one of its ends. The voice rung again from the bottomless well.
- ???: This sickle is made for you, Persephone. Protect your purity with it...
【Before Battles】
- ???: Come. Let me awaken the power within you —
【End】
- Old Farmwife: Even if you don’t want to marry, you should at least experience love.
Persephone did not answer. She wrung the towel and continued to bathe her mother.
- Old Farmwife: You’re still young.
- Old Farmwife: You can’t spend your whole life caring for the old and tending to the fields...
- Persephone the Harvest Maiden: Mom, I don’t mind.
- Old Farmwife: You don’t. But I do!
Persephone held back her emotions, helped the old lady to her bed and tucked her in. Before leaving, the old lady said to Persephone:
- Old Farmwife: Remember to bury me by the fields...
Persephone walked out of the old lady’s bedroom. She repressed the urge to cry and went alone to the fields. She picked up the unused sickle — the golden sickle the mysterious man gave her — and harvested the mature herbage. The golden sickle absorbed power from Persephone and a broad field of herbage was cut down easily. Although Persephone focused on her work, tears still flowed from her eyes, blurring her vision. This led her to stop working and weep within the fields.