Find a Girlfriend

In the sunlight, Tales stared blankly at the smiling Moral.

Pondering his astonishing words.

A few seconds later, the Prince of Starfall exhaled and smiled.

"When did you learn to flatter people?"

"Flatter people?"

Moral gave a soft snort, faint nostalgia spreading through his eyes:

"Six years ago."

Moral looked up at the sky, a trace of emotion in his voice:

"When I was beaten half to death by a few street thugs in the alleys of Valir State, then crawled, trembling and covered in wounds, to the roadside to beg passersby for food."

"That was when I learned."

Tales's smile vanished.

I see.

He looked at Moral, who was disheveled and covered in wounds, yet still smiling.

Imagining what the man had once been through.

That meant that over the past six years, while he had been facing Lisbon and Starfaller's watchful eyes in the Palace of Heroes...

This man...

Tales suddenly remembered what he had said:

[Smile, Tales, because life is already heavy enough...]

[Only by smiling can you make it a little lighter.]

With that thought, the way Tales looked at Moral changed.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to make his farewell sound casual:

"Then why can't you ever sell your money-saving business to anyone?"

Moral's expression immediately stiffened.

Tales looked at him with a half-smile.

Moral lowered his head and scratched at his hair, which was covered in dust and grit and seemed slightly faded.

A few seconds later, his cheeks relaxed.

"All right, in the spirit of sincerity before we part..."

Moral raised his head again, releasing a rare trace of relief:

"Twenty-nine."

Tales did not understand.

"What?"

Moral chuckled, and something more appeared in his gaze as he looked at Tales:

"In the past two months, I helped Tampa bring in