Haru was going to make up a funny story when the kid asked about his scar, but was grateful when he was interrupted in the middle by Reign because he knew he would have failed the joke. That mark on his face was from a past that he no longer remembers. As surprising as it may be for many, his occasional nightmares of this past did not intrigue him, but only scared him from ever trying to find out about his past. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like it and that fear had overwhelmed the curiosity and kept him away from Joya for the year. Thankfully, the announcement of a ‘grand’ dinner distracted the curious crowd away from his story and they were back to singing praises of the Reign and his late father.
The next day arrived and the boat looked finished, at least from the outside. The hull’s contours were perfect and the lacrima-powered turbines functioned efficiently. Now, only the interiors were left, and compared to the all the hard work required for the main hull, this was a piece of cake. It did involve a lot of attention to minute details, but the work wasn’t exhausting and it gave plenty of time to engage in conversations with the lovely people again. Unfortunately for Haru, that kid was interested in his scar again, and brought up the question in the middle of the day when there was nothing else to distract the crowd.
“Umm…” the healer stammered, trying to come up with something other than his sob story, but was once again saved by Reign. “He got those by fighting the monsters under the beds of kids who skipped school. Now, off you go,” the noble said, playfully patting the back of the kid, who ran off towards the school building.
It was apparent that Reign had understood the topic to be a sensitive one for Haru. So, the announcement of a grand dinner the previous night right in the middle of that question wasn’t an accident either. The healer looked at the noble gratefully, who gave an understanding nod before appreciating everyone’s work on the beautiful interiors.
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