The vagrant began wolfing down the leftovers.

  Judging by the way he ate, it looked like he hadn’t eaten properly for days.

  When he started licking the plate clean, Elaton couldn’t bear it anymore and

  ordered another serving.

  After eating for a long while, the vagrant finally seemed full. He sat down

  with his legs stretched out, wearing a satisfied expression.

  Azael observed him closely. He looked to be in his early twenties, and in

  appearance he was unmistakably a beggar.

  “You’re pretty fluent in foreign languages. How many do you speak?”

  The vagrant rolled his eyes upward for a moment, then answered awkwardly.

  “I’m not sure… um. At least, I can understand and speak all the languages

  used around here.”

  When Azael spoke to him in the standard dialect of Memphis in Upper Egypt,

  the vagrant replied smoothly.

  When Eshiel tried Greek, his specialty, the answer came back at a near-native

  level as well.

  “Kid, you’re something else. What’s your name?”

  “Well… actually, I don’t remember anything from my past. I don’t even really

  know what my name is…”

  Eshiel grinned.

  “Whatever. Come with us. You won’t have to worry about starving, and we’ll

  even pay you.”

  At that, color returned to the vagrant’s face.

  “Oh! Of course. Just feeding me is more than enough! I’ll follow you

  anywhere.”

  They decided to secure rooms at the inn first.

  Eshiel handed the innkeeper some money and told him to have the vagrant washed

  and cleaned up.

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  While that was being done, they headed to the village market to buy what

  they needed.

  Ella went to a weapons shop and laid out the items they had taken from bandits

  and thieves.

  “Hmm… they’re all pretty shabby. I can’t give you a good price.”

  “Suit yourself. There’s another weapons shop right across from here.”

  “Alright, wait a second… let me make an offer.”

  Ella haggled with a sly ease that made her seem like a completely different

  person from before.

  The pitiful, shadowed girl she once was now felt strong and bright, as if

  sunlight had finally reached her.

  After watching her for a moment, Azael began picking out clothes suitable

  for the vagrant.

  The man was roughly the same build as Azael, which made choosing easy. He

  bought undergarments, outer clothes, and shoes.

  Eshiel searched through weapon shops, but couldn’t find anything usable.

  Elaton sat in the square, staring absently at street performers showing off

  their tricks. His back still looked heavy with gloom.

  Tamar sampled various snacks, but soon grew tired of it and began pestering the

  others to head back.

  When the five siblings returned to the inn, they saw the vagrant sitting on

  a chair with a towel draped over him.

  They had expected him to look different, but the change was shocking.

  He was a strikingly handsome young man, with dark-toned skin and ash-gray

  hair.

  When he smiled and waved, Azael brought over the new clothes for him to wear.

  Dressed in bleached linen, he looked like the son of a noble household.

  “Let’s tie your hair for now. I’ll cut it properly later.”

  When Azael tied his hair with a cord, he almost looked like a girl at a

  glance.

  Tamar spoke in a flat tone.

  “Well, he’ll be useful as an interpreter at least. But don’t we need to give

  him a name? Hey, kid, got one you want?”

  The vagrant hesitated, then suddenly cried out as if something had come to

  him.

  “Wadji (W??)… How about Wadji? The first

  place I remember is a reed field.”

  *In Egyptian, “reed.”

  “Wadji? That’s a strange name. Fine, do whatever you like. Wadji it is.”

  Eshiel handed Wadji a leather bag he had bought at the market.

  With new clothes, shoes, and a bag, Wadji looked delighted, like a child.

  Elaton spoke with a tired expression.

  “Let’s get some sleep first. We’ll search the area tomorrow.”

  The sun was already setting, darkness spreading over the village.

  The group nodded and headed into the inn one by one.

  Wadji sat there awkwardly for a moment, then smiled and followed when Eshiel

  called him.

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