The blasted war has ended.
Three years from then, this countryside village seems to be pretty stable, too, but…
This bear-like vagrant has barged into our restaurant and spouts nonsense.
“I have come to repay the debt I have incurred to your father during the war.”
But this guy doesn’t even know what his debt is.
And my father died during the war, so I can’t even ask him what it was!
When I tell him that it’s fine, and that he should leave, this wanderer goes–
“How much do you want? I’ll follow whatever you say.”
It’s money I don’t have, not pride!
“Enough about money, pay with your body.”
“….My body, or another’s body? Either way, I can provide–”
“Go slice those onions!”
#Cursed ML who can’t read the room x Current-restaurant-manger, future-hopeful-for-next-village-chief FL
