"Creation Magic sure is something else," Bathilda remarks to the empty plot of land before her and the accompanying Hiro behind.

The forest that covered the land between the west wall and the pit of death has completely disappeared as Bathilda guessed it would. Not only has that happened in the last five minutes, but the reincarnated nurse has also erected a new wall near the south side of the city. One that runs from Home to the edge of the gorge preventing any monsters from sneaking by.

Not that many of those creatures are experts at stealth seeing how they range from large to over-sized, but there could be some exceptions hidden among them. With what Bathilda's seen so far, she wouldn't expect anything less than something out of the ordinary.

Repeating the same process on the east side of Home, tree removal and wall construction, Bathilda has now made all the areas she plans to cultivate safe from attack. In less than ten minutes, Bathilda has completely altered the geography of the land around Home and seeing no pressing need to stop she continues with her plan.

Even though she hasn't heard from Scout Jones since the day before yesterday, it's not as though Bathilda needs permission from the government of Home to improve the lives of its citizens. It's not like they're going to say no, is it? What sort of dictator would do that?

With those thoughts in mind, Bathilda creates everything she can think of. From pens to stables and barns to coops. Leaving none unfilled, she adds every animal that she can think of that produces good-eating meat.

Once Bathilda has finished, however, Hiro is casting an odd look towards the chickens.

"What are these ridiculous looking, long-necked birds?"

"Seriously!? You don't have chickens where you're from? Holy shit, Hiro. You are in for a treat tonight then." Bathilda rubs her hands and licks her lips as she imagines the taste of fried chicken lingering on her tongue.

"You eat these weird, little things? They barely have any meat on their bones. Now that big thing over there," he points at one of the cows "I can definitely get behind."

"I get where you're coming from, Hiro, but you'll see later. Not that beef isn't a legend in its own right, but just wait till eat chicken. It's that good you'll be sucking your fingers like you're a child again."

"I am actually feeling impatient to try it now. What else have you got to do out here?" Hiro asks whilst eyeing up a chicken that is pecking away at a rock. With their tiny brain inside their tiny head, it's a good job they're only for eating and nothing else.

"Honestly. I don't know what else to do. This is about the extent of my knowledge. I'm actually hoping the people will come out and deal with the animals and crops. I mean, I don't mind making it rain now and then to keep the crops fed, but that's about all I can do. Let's hope Jones can talk them into working on it."

"So we can go home then?" Hiro asks, completely ignoring everything after realising Bathilda has no other plans.

"You really try that chicken now, don't you?" Hiro blushes at her words, but he doesn't refute her. Bathilda just smiles as they take off in the direction of her lodge.

After 14 buckets of fried chicken, multiple helpings of sides and a strange brown liquid that Hiro was also reluctant to try, Bathilda and her companion are both nursing their tummies on her sofa.

"Gravy. Why does it have such a strange name and why does it taste so good even though it's the same colour as mud?" Hiro releases a loud burp at the end of his sentence and takes another large sip of the fizzy drink beside him "And this! This... Cola! Oh my god! I've never tasted anything so sweet. I can see why you were reluctant to eat in the cave now, you know?"

"Yeah. There's a massive leap from fried chicken to Brat meat. Not that we're ever going to talk about that again, Hiro! From now on, it's fast food and fine dining for us." Bathilda slurps up the carbonated liquid in her own cup and smiles contently.

"Yes! This fine dining was indeed fast food," Hiro agrees, although he misunderstood her words.

"You're funny, Hiro. That's not what I meant though. Fast food is generally fried, like this chicken, whereas fine dining involves lots of cutlery and really expensive food. I'll show you tonight at dinner time." At the last of her words, there's a knock at the door and Bathilda peels herself from the sofa.

Holding her gut, she slowly makes her way to the front door. Upon opening it, the vampire is greeted by a smiling Scout Jones and two other less-than happy people. The newcomers look slightly afraid of the beautiful woman, but nowhere near as much as Jones did before she created the ring of control.

"Hello. I am here to report that my superiors are willing to take you up on your offer and that all went well. The people beside me are the ones in charge of agriculture and livestock. It made more sense to bring them with me rather than trying to remember every detail. Last time there was a lot to remember," Jones sighs, but still holds his smile.

"This is Gladys, she's in charge of the crops we produce within the walls..." Jones points to the blonde woman by his side. 'She can't be older than twenty-five,' Bathilda thinks. 'Yet she has such an important role to play. I hope all the fields I created aren't too much for her to handle.'

"And this is Tom. He takes care of the Tigs. They're the only source of meat we have left in Home and the main reason my superiors agreed to this. Meat can make a man go mad. You should have heard the arguments," he laughs as he puts a friendly arm around Tom.

"Another young man in a vital role. I wonder how old their elders and superiors are?" The brown-haired man shuffles his feet while the blonde woman fiddles with her dress. Both seem very anxious to Bathilda's trained eye.

"Hello Tom. Hello Gladys. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Bathilda and I'm a nurse. Or maybe you would call me a Healer? Either way, I help people in any way that I can. That's my mission. My goal." She smiles brightly, being as friendly as she can.

"This is my companion, Hiro," she gestures towards her identical copy who also offers a warm greeting. "But you're not here for small talk are you. In that case let's get down to business."