"Milers, go call your sister to dinner. Your father caught a gray rabbit today, so we're having rabbit soup."
Just as the young boy continued writing in that shoddy diary, a voice came from outside his door—it was clearly the voice of Milers's mother from his memories. When the future Legendary archer had been young, whenever his impoverished family rarely had the chance to taste some "fine delicacy," his kind mother would call her only son to eat in that gentle voice. As the fragrance of food filled the cramped wooden cabin, young Milers would almost certainly dash out of his room in delight, celebrating that rare happiness.
This could be considered a very beautiful part of Milers's childhood memories. Although the illusory world now contained a somewhat jarring "younger sister," the call of his family still stirred a deep, composed, and subtle warmth within his heart.
Who knew how much Milers, who had traveled the world as a Hermit faction Legendary professional through countless millennia of solitude, truly missed the most sincere familial love of his childhood? Now, having returned to the world of his memories because of a disaster, hearing that incomparably familiar yet incomparably strange call, the dazed Legendary powerhouse found the warmth he could feel so alluring and wonderful. In comparison, his dull Legendary life seemed as hazy as a dream...
This was a very dangerous sign. Every professional knew the consequences of losing one's reason and judgment in battle, and Milers was naturally no exception.
But... but he could not control his emotions. Even though a voice deep within his heart seemed to be calling for him to wake up quickly, as his mother's voice entered his ears and the fragrance of meat soup soaked into his heart, the little boy stumbled slightly as he