But here, I’m known as ‘Fabio.’ Even though people see Fabio as a bit of a country bumpkin without much education, it doesn’t really get under my skin.

Anyway, this trait is basically hardwired into me; it’s not going anywhere, no matter how hard you try to remove it. Should I consider this to be some kind of divine mark on my soul or something?

The person who dared to change the law that Roklem had set in stone found themselves facing punishment... So, they changed it, did they? Seems like the law was worth changing.

The journey felt like it took forever, but when I thought of it as the last chapter of my life, time seemed to fly by. During those days, I went through the 6 stages of grief.

While giving the horses a break, I took the opportunity to sit down and massage my aching legs. I swear, once I reach the capital, I’m never traveling again.

Insects skittering beneath the skin, a priest holding a dark stone knife, slicing into human flesh and drenching it with his own blood. Isn’t this the makings of a crazy cult no matter how you look at it?

It’s said that peasants in the medieval era typically never ventured farther than 30km from where they were born throughout their entire lives. Moving was rare and long journeys even rarer. The pinnacle of a peasant’s adventure might be strolling to the neighboring village to peddle wares.

“Long time no see, Antonio.” “Sent by Casimir, I presume?” “You arrived earlier than I expected. I was informed it would take three days.” Antonio set his knitting aside. “So, did you meet Fabio?” “All this time, and not even a ‘how have you been’ from you.”