“I Mortgaged My Life for a Single Loaf of Bread, but These Villains Think I’m Too Cute!”
“Hey, are you hungry?”
After starving for three whole days, a soft, fluffy white loaf of bread appeared before me.
I devoured the loaf, which was as big as my forearm, right there on the spot. The villain gave me a wicked smile.
“Now that you’ve eaten, shall we talk?”
My entire life had been mortgaged to a villain over one loaf of bread.
The man who gave me bread was a villain.
And not just any villain—he was the boss of villains, apparently even the head of a guild.
Somehow, he knew about my ability to see through things and came to me with a strange proposal.
“I’ll feed you, and you’ll work for me. Not a bad deal, right, kid?”
“Can I sleep somewhere warm? I won’t go if you hit me.”
“Of course. Why would I hit something as tiny as mouse droppings? I’ll even give you gold coins.”
“Okay! But are you not going to eat the bread in that pouch? Give it to me.”
Either way, he was still a bad guy.
But unlike the orphanage director, he didn’t make me beg or starve me, so I thought this side seemed better.
So I took his hand.
“Newbie. May I touch your cheek just once?”
“It’s 1 brin per touch. That’s 100 won.”
“Huuuh?! That is far too cheap, ma’am! I shall give you my entire salary, ma’am!”
“……I was joking.”
I thought I only had to do the work I was given, but the guild members’ affection for me seemed strangely excessive.
For the first time, I failed a request.
I had almost been badly injured, but the boss saved me.
“Boss, I haven’t succeeded yet.”
I said this while dangling from his side.
“Does that matter? Are you hurt or not?”
“……I’m not hurt.”
“Then that’s enough. Let’s go eat. I’m hungry.”
They said he had no blood or tears.
But the villain boss had become strange.
