; it would deliver him food, but he had to hunt his own. Though nature is like a mother…, now he wants a mother; the universe is so unfair. In his last life, he had no mother, and in this life, she died only when he was one year old... I miss her.'
He looked at the other side of the girl. Don't cry in front of a poor little girl, idiot.
He felt a little hungry.
Now, they have to find something to eat and drink, and as he is walking toward it, he can hear the faint sound of water falling ahead; there would be something to eat like a barrier.
He just hopes not to encounter any dangerous animals. But Victor isn't worried too much.
Because humans are active here, and because of hunting, there aren't many animals in this forest.
Though, villagers are fools here; traveling is the last thing they do. They hunt, eat, sleep, breed; that's their comfortable life. I mean, was, sigh, poor villagers.
