Chapter 30
Huh...?
It's not that long of a story. Not that complicated either.
Back when my mother still twitched now and then, I had shoved her hand into one of the two slots of my inventory. I did it because the overwhelming presence I felt every time I touched that hand was simply too much to bear.
As a wretched, unregistered person, I was never welcome anywhere. I lived in fear that someone might discover I was a worshipper of an evil god, so I could never stay in one place for long. It was all a pointless fear, really, but back then, I carried those useless worries around like parasites.
I earned just enough each day to survive the day.
When I couldn't earn anything, I starved that day.
Fortunately, this body of mine was the kind that functioned pretty well even without food.
I once considered becoming a mercenary, but I didn't have the heart to kill someone. The idea of getting hurt myself scared me far more than the idea of hurting others.
And so, my second winter came. A whole year had passed, but my life had not moved forward a single step.
Still, I earned just enough each day to live that day.
Then, one day, amidst a raging blizzard, I met my savior—Sanctus.