Mirella finally found her voice. "Young Miss, what are you laughing about? And how did you do that?"
Sienna turned toward her.
"I can control everything in this space, Grandma Mirella. Planting, watering, harvesting, storing. As long as it happens within the Spatial Farm, it follows my will."
Mirella's face lit up with pure joy.
"That is wonderful!"
Then she asked eagerly, "What will you plant next?"
This was the question Sienna had been waiting for.
With a thought, a handful of golden corn kernels appeared in her palm.
At that same moment, the familiar voice sounded again.
[Corn. Excellent quality. Can be used as seeds. Can be brought out of the space]
Sienna's eyes shone.
That one sentence confirmed everything.
The Spatial Farm could produce usable seeds.
Their future was secure.
Without wasting a second, she said, "Sow the corn."
Immediately, the shovel began plowing.
Seeds dropped one after another into the furrows.
