Chapter 13.3: The Great Eagle's Nest
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“…So… why the money?”
“Because those same young men they had to babysit during the war have found themselves rich Human women to marry and are living in such comfort and luxury that even the richest of Elves would be shocked!”
“Ah, so that’s why…”
“They won’t be satisfied until they can live a better life than the “loser men” that they had to protect. They want to marry into aristocracy, or even royalty! They want a husband who has enough money to let them live a true lifetime of opulence! …I don’t belong here… I’m pathetic…”
Incidentally, this man was as penniless as Bash in terms of liquid currency.
By the end of the war, he had already lost his hometown and had no place to return to.
With nowhere to call home and not much in the way of family, he lived in a small, ramshackle house and worked as a daytime laborer to scrape by day-by-day.
Back then, marriage was nothing but a far-off dream.