"Do you remember when I left the village, carrying the ambition of leading the continent's aesthetic trends?"
Theo looked seriously at Shami.
"Weren't you going to find [all true] at that time?"
After reminiscing for a while, Shami recalled the events of the day.
"Ah, that was indeed one of my goals. After all, when you set only one unattainable goal for an unknown journey, you might never return. Setting several goals increases the chance of returning to the village."
Theo spoke, suddenly lifting his head as if thinking of something important, his expression full of emotion.
"By the way, what about the widow at the village entrance? Is she still waiting for me? Don't tell me you've thought I died and started taking care of her in my stead!"
"Don't worry, I completely forgot about her until you mentioned it."
Shami chuckled.
"Meanwhile, why don't you tell me what you've been through, Theo."
Theo propped his chin on his hand.
The memories of Theo's journey slowly unfolded.
