They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 291: Feeling Awkward Chapter 291: Feeling Awkward His eyes widened.

Wait, wasn’t I here before all of them?

He looked around, confused.

I’ve been here all night!

Shouldn’t I be first?

He stood up quickly, still disoriented from all the quiet thinking.

His legs ached a little.

The cold had settled into his joints while he sat.

But now, now there was a small army of early birds blocking his way.

He blinked again as more people casually walked right past him and joined the line.

Some of them were even carrying stools!

Confused Abuchi “…” They brought stools?

Are you kidding me?

They must’ve been prepared from home.

Panic set in.

He hurried over, trying to edge into the line, but the front was already packed.

Every time he tried to slide in, someone gave him a sharp look like he was trying to cut.

Which, to be fair, he was.

Abuchi stopped mid step and slapped his forehead lightly.

“I was here the whole time,” he muttered under his breath.

“How did I mess this up…” He felt like a total amateur.

Of course.

Marka’s markets probably don’t work like back home.

You’re not supposed to just hang around near the stalls, you have to stand in line early.

People probably woke up at 4 a.m.

just to claim a spot.

He let out a quiet sigh.

This was what happened when a prince tried to blend in with the people and had no idea how local markets worked.

Behind him, Karen bit back a laugh.

She had been watching the whole thing silently, arms crossed, trying not to grin.

confusion was oddly

hustle next time,” she said with a

Abuchi groaned.

But already, he was scanning the street, looking for another

They couldn’t afford delays.

Supplies were essential.

chance for his brother’s men to

yes, but something about

He paused, watching closely.

had managed to buy from it were walking away with satisfied

of rice, dried meat wrapped

pace had changed, they didn’t stroll; they marched off like

That’s the one.

That’s definitely the one.

shops briefly, but it was

crowds weren’t even looking their

this specific stall, had already won the

probably known for

Reputation.

everything else in the world… some names

sighed and finally took a spot at the end of the

he thought, folding his

line… like

It felt…

strange.

strange was an

This was borderline surreal.

Lionara, trained in swordsmanship, politics, diplomacy… now standing in line in a morning market, waiting for tomatoes

He looked around awkwardly.

him chatted casually,

used

of their routine,

stood with baskets

on each other or sat on stools, yawning lazily as the

one leg to another, pretending like he belonged

am I even

He scratched his head.

never

Ever.

In my life.

rivals, sword

was a new kind

patience, social cues, and, God help him, queue

again, looking around like someone might

He was famous afterall.

say, “Wait, isn’t

like a commoner?” But

Because no one knew.

would have ever imagined that such a thing

face was

just another person in the

early riser trying to get the best