Everyone can see you can’t forget

After Kalandria left, Loya remained in his seat.

Facing the invitation on the table, holding the empty glass he had already drained, he pondered for a long time.

It wasn’t until a “thump” as an oak cup struck the table across from him that he snapped back to reality and looked up.

“I didn’t order a refill.”

“Complimentary drink, yo.”

Holding a full glass in each hand, greeting him familiarly was the young proprietress of the tavern.

Barely eighteen or nineteen this year, she had taken over the business left by her old father at an early age.

Originally, the small tavern, with its desolate business and no one caring about it, had become well-known among adventurers and gradually bustling with such a hot beauty boss with long wavy hair and a personality as fiery as a flame.

Compared to the unattainable noble young lady, the wealthy young girl in the market was obviously closer to the reality that could be touched by hand.

She came to the opposite side of the table, sat down on her own, and the trembling of her body up and down made the magnificent area in front of her chest sway dazzlingly.

Loya replaced the empty glass and took the fruit-flavored beer with its foam not yet dissipated.

“What activity? It doesn’t seem like Florence has any festivals today.”

“It’s an activity dedicated to losers, so that everyone can feel the warmth.”

The proprietress raised her glass, hooking it around her ear, her big amber eyes with long eyelashes narrowed into a wink, signaling “cheers” to celebrate.

Loya was a little confused, but he was carried away by her atmosphere, and he unconsciously raised his glass and said “Cheers.”

After drinking it all down, everyone showed each other the bottom of their cups.

The proprietress then opened the chat box with the help of the alcohol.

“So, do you feel better now?”

“In what way?”

Loya asked back, clueless, but he quickly understood the intention from the other party’s gaze falling on the invitation.

“Oh, you’re talking about this…”

The proprietress shrugged.

“It’s not that I wanted to eavesdrop, but the voice of that noble lady just now was so loud that everyone in the tavern could hear it. So, what do you think?”

“Me? What else can I think, of course I wish her happiness.”

Loya put on a smile.

However, in the eyes of the tavern proprietress, this guy was completely putting on a show of being uninhibited.

Since taking over the tavern, the time of operation was already not short.

There were no less than eight or nine people who were heartbroken every day.

Some cried to death, howling, “Why doesn’t she love me?”

The other part was holding their face and hiding it in their hearts, showing that nothing was wrong, but in fact, their hearts had been scarred.

She knew that Loya, this guy who had half of his back torn off by a monster and would rather just use alcohol to deal with it than find a medical doctor, must belong to the latter.

Who doesn’t get hurt in a relationship? Just pretending to be tough.

“You like her quite a bit, don’t you?”

The proprietress put her hand on the table, propping up her slightly drunk cheek.

“If you feel unwilling, why not take the opportunity to fight for it again before this unwillingness completely turns into regret?”

Looking at her encouraging eyes, Loya laughed dumbly.

Like her?

Honestly, if it was the beginning when he had just transmigrated, then he really liked her very much.

Kalandria didn’t care about the gap in status and was willing to accept him, an outsider of unknown origin, into “Swan Lake.”

Because of her, he, who didn’t understand anything at first, was able to gain a foothold in Florence and embark on an adventure.

When he was empty-handed, trapped, and helpless, such a noble young lady descended by his side.

At that time, Kalandria was undoubtedly the white moonlight in Loya’s heart.

All of this, until the last time before the death reincarnation,

When he heard Kalandria’s complaints in his dying moments, Loya realized that everything was just his wishful thinking.

“Really useless, a waste is a waste after all. I knew I should have changed to another guy. I misjudged him…”

In her mind, Loya was no different from other lower-class commoners.

Recruiting a commoner into the team was just to show the kindness of the young lady, and incidentally use the results of “being able to become an excellent adventure team with a burden” to highlight her ability as a leader.

To put it bluntly, he was just Kalandria’s tool for creating a persona, a green leaf to set off the red flower, and an ornament on the crown of the young lady’s glorious name.

The reason for choosing Loya was just because, compared to other commoners, he was quick-witted, had many tricks, and was relatively able to endure hardship and was cheap and easy to use.

The friendship accumulated through repeated reincarnations was reversed into disgust in one breath after recognizing her true face.

Reborn this time, now that he has cut off the relationship with her, Loya not only has no nostalgia, but feels unusually relaxed.

“It’s a good thing that she can find a satisfactory partner. What regret do I have?”

Loya was speaking from the bottom of his heart.

Ever since he said he was going to withdraw from “Swan Lake,” she had always pestered him.

As for the reason, it’s not difficult to guess according to the young lady’s nature.

After all, she was the only one who denied others, and she would never allow others to take the initiative to cut her off.

For Kalandria, who was a noble, if it spread out that “the commoner teammate disliked the noble captain and left the team,” it would be a matter of losing face.

And now she said she was going to get married. In other words, that young lady would no longer come looking for trouble.

This was finally a clean break.

With a rare bit of happiness, Loya unconsciously brought the cup to his mouth again, only to realize that the wine had already been drunk empty.

At the same time, he was completely unaware that his expressions and movements, placed in the eyes of the proprietress, had completely become another matter.

See, the infatuated little brother drank until he forgot that the wine was gone.

But he couldn’t get him to admit it.

Men are always such creatures that care about face.

There was no way, the proprietress had no choice but to call the guys in the store to bring two more glasses and push one to Loya.

“If you really don’t feel sorry and can completely let go in your heart, then it’s best to drink less.

“The Nursery Rhymes of the Duran River” doesn’t have any rooms for you to stay in, okay?”

“Hehe, then I’ll sleep in your bed.”

Loya joked with the help of alcohol, not knowing if he was telling the truth or not.

After drinking it all in one gulp, he tasted it and always felt that something was wrong.

“Boss lady, did you cut corners on your wine? Why is the alcohol getting weaker and weaker…

Are you sure you didn’t mistake it for pure fruit juice?”

“Because sad people shouldn’t drink strong alcohol.”

“No, I’m really not sad, you see——”

Loya squeezed out an exaggerated smile.

“Isn’t this me laughing happily? Hehe…”

It seemed that he himself didn’t know that he wasn’t very good at smiling, and his expression was like crying, which made the proprietress couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, you can deceive others, but don’t deceive yourself. Tears will be coming out in a while, okay?”

After saying that, the proprietress turned around to greet and get busy in response to the calls of other patrons.

Leaving Loya, who had something to say but no chance to open his mouth, sitting alone looking at the invitation on the table, with a face of crying and laughing for the misunderstanding that still couldn’t be cleared up.