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–“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 F