Assisted by Clarissa Christ, who had just finished changing her clothes, quickly cut down some leaves of an unknown type. They looked long and wide, but also hollow.
"I don't think these will protect us when it rains," Clarissa muttered quietly. She fingered some leaves that looked wet on both sides.
"Maybe that one isn't for roofing."
Clarissa glanced behind her, looking at Christ, who was watching the weeds that had grown to waist height. That was not the only one. There was a huge clearing, which was overgrown with even more reeds.
Seeing the beauty covered by the dense trees, Clarissa followed the source of Christ's voice that had crossed the border. Sure enough. Her eyes looked in every direction, at every lush tree around the grounds.
Unfortunately, Clarissa was struck with pani
