He looked up. A woman about his age, with a mop of wind-tousled hair and the tired smile of someone who’d learned to bill the world with very little, held out a steaming bowl. She’d lit a brazier against the evening and arranged two scrap chairs beside it. The scent of broth—simple, rich—made his mouth water.

She pushed the bowl closer. “Names are loud. They forget faces. Eat before it gets cold.”

The chapter delivers emotional weight, a satisfying resolution to long-running tensions, and a compelling hook for the next arc. However, if you don’t read Japanese, patience for the English translation (estimated release in 2–3 weeks) might serve you better.

Later that night, sitting in a quiet corner with a heavy pouch of gold tips and a complimentary meal, Orn looked out the window at the moonlit sea. The Hero's party might have seen his versatility as a curse of mediocrity, but here, in the real world, his clever use of basic skills made him the most valuable person in the room.