Sakuramoria

Aorih wanted to object, but Mihō interrupted him. “No matter what anyone says, there isn’t a single correct way for everyone to live, and even if there were, you couldn’t force everyone to follow it. However, Aorih, I must admit that what you told me is somewhat disappointing.” “Why is that?” “Have you ever been to sea?” “Not yet.” “Well, there you have it. And yet, you’re already boasting about something. Know this: slaves bought with other people’s money and acquired through other people’s courage are no better than this magazine, and both are accessible to men of the same caliber. Slaves, of course, wouldn’t tell you that, but in our country, your status in Levia means nothing, so listen carefully: first, risk your life, and then be proud of your gains, otherwise you’ll just prove yourself to be a daddy’s boy, hiding in his shadow.” The foreigner had nothing to say in response, and only the redness on his face betrayed a mixture of anger and shame.