The Prince Doesn’t Cry From Mere Onions

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– Please support our website and read on novelbold.com

“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