Chapter 25
I can’t quite remember when it was…
Although I can’t recall the details well, there was a time when, for some inexplicable reason, Garid brought home flowers, which was unlike him.
A muscular man with a long scar on his face tending to flowers—well, I suppose that’s possible. Just because he has a rugged exterior doesn’t mean he can’t have such a hobby.
The same goes for a well-groomed, gentle-looking person; you shouldn’t trust them blindly either.
You can have an impression, but don’t jump to conclusions.
I had learned the hard way that judging people solely by their appearances could lead to trouble, so I had to be cautious to survive.
In bad terms, I could be described as overly suspicious.
Thus, when I said that Garid’s behavior was unlike him, it wasn’t just because of his appearance.
When I first arrived at Garid’s house, I couldn’t believe that the place he confidently pointed to was actually a home where someone lived.