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Being hated by people never bothered me, but these three, no, including Cecil, four people gathered around me with their eyes sparkling, all agreeing they liked me.
'So why on earth do you guys like me...? Nah, never mind. What does the reason matter?'
At least this time, I wouldn't die alone. That was enough for me.
Even if, as Cecil had mentioned, the nobles really did like me, the citizens of the empire would eventually direct their complaints at me.
War squeezed resources and manpower, burying them in the ground, a highly inefficient process that typically affected the powerless commoners.
I would try my best not to burden these citizens, but I should prepare to be the target of their complaints.
They say you would live longer the more you were cursed at, so I guess I would have a long life this time. Eddy would be happy about that. As long as my little brother was happy, that was what mattered.
