"Grisha, are you going to the South Continent?"
Bettis looked at the boy before her with some concern.
Bettis did not have many friends. Little Gwen was one, Nora made two, and then there was Grisha.
This boy from the Northern Territory was always quiet. Anyone who had seen his eyes could see his stubbornness, like an unyielding rock amid the wind and snow of the Northern Territory.
He had lost both legs in the war. Even Castel had no way to treat that; he could only be fitted with a pair of prosthetic limbs.
He had been assigned a job as a clerk at Bettis's fish-and-chips shop. Blood Port City Hall provided him with a subsidy and waived his tuition fees.
To be honest, Bettis had been somewhat unhappy at first. After all, her shop had already taken in one disabled person—Big Nora handled the packaging for her.
Now, of her two clerks, one had no legs and the other had no head. It sounded like a terrible joke.
But the boy named Grisha was far more capable than she had imagined.
Bettis had never had much in the way of ambitions. At first, she had only wanted to open a fish-and-chips shop with her friends, so that even if famine came again, they would not be reduced to going hungry.
The moment her stall had gone up, she had already been satisfied. She had never imagined expanding the shop or earning more Leos.
Unfortunately, even that tiny dream had failed to come true.
One by one, the friends who had sold fried fish with her left. Yami had been transferred to the Northern Territory and had recently gone to the Academy of Sciences. Bettis was very happy for him and even sent over a large bag of fried