Regression Is Too Much

“Hmmm… Really? Go ahead and ask. But before that, do you want some of this jerky? It’s a bit shriveled from the cold, but it’s surprisingly edible.”

Eom Hong-Joong handed over the jerky with an innocent expression. His face showed pure goodwill.

“…”

The problem is that this isn’t a situation where he should be showing pure goodwill towards me.

I’m holding a sword in my hand. My expression is tense. My voice is cold.

In a typical scenario, an ordinary person would either be scared or feel pressured and ready themselves for battle. Not offering jerky like this.

“Thank you.”

For now, I took the jerky and shoved it into my mouth. I’ve eaten so much of it over countless regressions that I felt like I might vomit, but I just swallowed it down.

“What? Can you really just swallow it like that? I want to try it too!”