As my financial situation drew a desperate downward graph, I cut all other manageable expenses and resold all sorts of collectibles I had accumulated, but I couldn't sell my camping equipment until the very end.
That was... um... Yes. It was my hope.
I had hope that I might pay off all my debts before the Earth ended or I was reincarnated into another world.
When that day came, I would complete my collection with the cast iron skillet and other cooking equipment I hadn't yet purchased.
When that day came, I would leisurely go camping whenever the farming off-season came.
I dreamed such dreams.
...But I was transported before that dream came true.
Perhaps it was really God's will.
"Angel! Come here! The meat is all cooked!"
"Ginnie, how can you rush Nemo!"
"Mom, why are you like that? I really need to eat now!"
That I would need that damned Vingant to fulfill my dream.
