This was Eugene's subconscious reaction; anyone who had experienced that blood-soaked chaos and become a slave would protect themselves like this.
For lowly, ordinary people like them, hiding within the crowd and becoming invisible without being noticed by anyone was the safest way to survive.
However, there were also those who were slightly bolder, or perhaps desperation from extreme hunger drove them to take risks. Eugene hid behind a man more robust than himself and heard that bold person trembling as he quietly asked the person distributing the food:
"Milady, will you still distribute food to us for the next meal? Or is this the final meal?"
It was Isabella's first time being called Milady; she was stunned, her emerald green eyes widening as she looked toward the person asking. It was a tall, thin man with sun-darkened skin; the weather-beaten look and the harsh wrinkles on his face made it impossible for people to discern his true age.
