ut when I think of Alicia, words naturally flow out.

 

I could never thank her enough.
She was my hope.

 

“Gilles, you’ve grown up!”

 

Then he pats my head gently.

 

I like these hands.
Gramps’ recognition of my growth is the reason I keep returning.

 

“I have to move on, too.”

 

Gramps muttered as if he was ready.

 

“Let’s get out of this village.”

 

His voice was the only sound in the small room.
Everyone froze at his words.
…The day had finally come.

They were all silent, waiting for Gramps’ next remarks.

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“Because nothing can change if we are afraid to move on, right?”

 

“What’s going to happen to us?”

 

Neit stared at Gramps with sharp eyes.

 

“You guys are leaving too.”

 

“Us?”

 

“How? I don’t care if he has some magic potion from some high ranking nobleman, but how the heck are we supposed to get out of this village?”

 

Neit shouted in anger.

 

It was true that Arnold had given me a pink liquid called Abel, so I could come and go from this village, but the people in the village had no idea what to do with it.
But of course, there were many people in this village who didn’t like it.

 

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“I’ll fetch it from the king.”

 

“…Only the old man gets to go first.”

 

“I will come back for sure.”

 

“And if you abandon us? Everyone wants to leave this village.
You are a former noble.
Are you sure you’re not just taking advantage of a good offer?”

 

“Are you underestimating me?”

 

That one word from Gramps instantly changed the atmosphere.

 

Neit’s eyes widened and he froze.

 

This side of Gramps was new to me.
The former prince’s ambitious, cunning, genius-like mind was revealed.

 

Was Alicia aware of this from the beginning? …From the beginning to the end, I’ve been losing to her.

 

With these thoughts in mind, we listened to Gramps’ story.

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