Did he remember what had happened with the two peaches?
Was that why he'd been so sure his actions back then were perfectly justified?
The old man shook his head.
"No."
The middle-aged man's excitement stalled.
"...Huh?"
What?
He... didn't?
Then...
The old man answered casually.
"Whether I remember it or not, this is what I would have done."
The middle-aged man understood.
He smiled wryly.
The old man had been consistent from beginning to end. He hadn't changed his ways.
In the same circumstances, the old man would have acted exactly the same.
There had been no misunderstanding.
Nothing special about it.
"You're also..."
The middle-aged man's Adam's apple bobbed.
"...going too far."
He'd only eaten two of the old man's peaches, yet the old man's vindictiveness ran this deep.
If he'd touched something else, something more important to the old man...
He could almost believe the old man would kill him to keep him quiet.
Bah, bah.
The middle-aged man quickly shook his head.
Don't make it sound so horrifying.
This old man didn't look like...
The sort of person who'd be so violent.
Hmm.
This old man also didn't look like the sort to make someone suffer just for eating two peaches.
At first glance, the old man's green skin was actually pretty frightening.
It made one's heart skip a beat.
But the old man's expression was very calm.
That softened the shock caused by his unusual skin color considerably.
He could hardly imagine...
What a "beautiful" sight it would be if the old man grinned...
"You..."
The middle-aged man really had nothing left to say.
This was a matter of the old man's values.
What else could he say?
The old man wouldn't listen, no matter how much he