Chapter 41
Losing the twenty silver coins he had saved over an absurdly long time, all in the blink of an eye for a single meal, felt like a nightmare clinging to Gazel's spine as he strode through the city.
Every step hurt.
It took everything he had not to turn around, storm back into the restaurant, and demand his money back. Maybe even take it by force.
But he restrained himself.
He could not afford to act improper. He was trying to become a Shural. And who knew if one wrong move might give that white-haired freak the perfect excuse to end his life?
Maybe it was impossible.
Maybe it wasn't.
Either way, Gazel was not taking chances.
So he kept walking, his calm expression nothing more than camouflage.
The nostalgic feeling he had earlier from being surrounded by people was crushed beneath something uglier.
Self-hate.
Shouldn't he have packed food from the manor before leaving? Why did he walk into the city acting like some rich idiot, only to end up like this?
Stupid.
