Chapter 15: Section 14: Now it’s Time for Dessert
Malin slurped his noodles while observing the love in Colin's eyes and couldn't help but sigh. Once a man becomes a simpering fool, he loses all sense of being human—you think no one knows because you don't say anything? In the entire Church, aside from you, the person involved, and Margaret, the sufferer, who doesn't know about your secret crush on Mowish's youngest daughter?
This look in his eyes, he must have already projected their married life into a future with a house full of children.
Malin understood; he had had such thoughts in his youth, too, but ideals were often too beautiful, and reality too harsh.
By his age, some dreams were no longer suited, nor did he deserve to have them.
Even if one regained their flesh, there was no use in thinking too much; sometimes it was better to just live on.
Why was he working so hard? Because without effort, there was no guarantee of life. Reality had told Malin more than once in the past four months that only he could truly save himself when disaster struck.
After finishing his noodles, Malin tossed the Banshee's Tear onto the coffee table, "How much money can this thing fetch?"
He had failed to mention it before, and Mrs. Cassan hadn't asked, which made him forget about it until now. It was better to bring it up now to avoid awkwardness later.
The three adults in the room looked at him as if he were a creature from another world.
After a long moment, Mrs. Cassan wiped her forehead, "I forgot about this. It's lucky to not be turned into a living person."
Mind full of question marks, Malin was.