Having lived in a house that felt like a prison, Zeion had never experienced comfort in being around people.For the first time, he walked along the village streets where many people were bustling about. His face showed a hint of anxiety; some eyed him with cynicism, while others sneered."Is there something wrong with me? Their gazes..."Each person's look triggered memories of his past life, memories Zeion truly wanted to vomit if remembered.Grrrh...Suddenly, his steps stopped due to the sound of his rumbling stomach. He looked at it seriously."Oh gosh, I forgot I haven't eaten today!"During training with Hander, his stomach often asked for food, however even after training, its condition remained the same.His voracious appetite sometimes became a significant problem.From a distance, he spotted a tavern, but he knew he needed money to go there, and he had none."If that old man weren't so stingy, I could have bought some food..."Only a letter left by Hander accompanied him on
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