He pulled the scarf further up to cover his face, feeling embarrassed as he walked away from the crowd.
He continued to walk for some time now, looking around and waiting for the system to reappear, but then he started to feel hungry.
He had remembered some of Anore's memories, but it wasn't enough to help him figure anything out.
So he decided to wander through the streets. They were lively, and he saw some people eating something round and red that looked delicious.
He took one for himself and heard someone call it an "apple."
He didn't care what it called ; he immediately stuffed his mouth with it. His eyes lit up as the sweet juice hit his taste buds. It was so good.
He took more and put it in his little bag But as he walked away with a big smile, he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the seller scream, "THIEF!"
Emris blinked. A memory of Anore's flashed in his mind, and he remembered something about "thieves."
He was excited to see a real one, so he turned around. But his eyebrows shot up when he saw everyone chatter get quiet as they star at him and the apple in his hand.
The seller walked toward him with anger look in his face. "Hey, you! Thief! Give it back!"
Emris blinked again. "Does he want the apple?" he thought.
He then spit out the chewed-up piece of apple and placed the rest of it, along with the other apples, back into the man's hand. "You can have them!" he said with a smile
The seller looked at the half-eaten apple with annoyance before he threw it on the ground and screamed at Emris, "What is that? Do you think I'm stupid or something?! Give me the money!"
Emris blinked. "Money?" he asked. "What is money?" He says with curiosity in his voice but he hissed in pain as the seller grabbed his arm roughly. "Are you playing dumb?" the man demanded.
"Wait, no, I really don't know!" he said, panicking slightly as he tried to push the man away. "I think I have some money! Let go of me so I can look!" Emris says with pain in his voice
As soon as the seller released him, Emris immediately ran as fast as he could, leaving the man's loud screams behind him.
He kept running until his legs hurt him and he was in strange, quiet place. He stopped, leaning against a wall, breathing heavily.
His hands were shaking as he clutched his bag tightly. "Damn it, I knew humans were scary," he muttered.
He sat alone, thinking about how much he missed the system, and realized this might be the first time he'd ever admitted it. He hugged his bag trying to calm down
Suddenly, he heard some noise so he looked up and saw a group of men heading toward him and knew he was fucked up
He immediately grabbed his bag and tried to run, but one of them grabbed his scarf, yanking it back and causing him to fall to the ground.
As he whined softly in pain, looking at the slight scratch on his arm. As he Pout 'why all humans he met were so mean' he thought to himself
"Hey, you, give us that bag!" Emris blinked as he heard one of the three men shout. He looked down at his bag. It was the only thing he had; he couldn't just give it away.
He clutched it to his chest. "No? Why should I—"
He was cut off by a strong kick to his stomach. Emris's eyes widened, and he gasped in pain. 'That hurts... it hurts so bad,' he thought, but he tried not to show it. However, his pain was too obvious, and the other men continued to kick and hit him. They all stopped abruptly when they heard someone approaching.
"HELP!!!" Emris screamed as loudly as he could, his eyes filled with hope as the person drew closer. The men were ready to fight, but they all froze as they saw Seth walking toward them, his sword in hand.
Seth was a well-known knight, famous for being cold and unfazed but also for helping the poor. The men backed away as he approached, then decided to run before they got killed.
Emris watched them with amusement, pleased that a single person could scare so many men away.
He looked up and saw a hand being offered to help him to his feet. He took it with a hiss of pain.
As he stood, his eyes were drawn to Seth's appearance: a scarf was wrapped around his head, and his eyes were black and sharp, like a siren's. His skin was slightly dark, and his body was strongly built. Emris felt a pang of jealousy; he wished he could be in this body, not Anore's.
Are you okay?" Seth asked. Emris blinked at the question and nodded.
"What are you doing in a place like this?" Seth continued in a calm tone, looking at him.
"I don't know," Emris replied. "I just ended up here, and I'm lost. I can't find my way home!"
He was slightly nervous. He couldn't exactly tell Seth that he was a "thief," as the man from the market had called him. Besides, the sword Seth was holding was far more terrifying than the man himself.