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

to hustle next time,” she said with a

Abuchi groaned.

bag.” But already, he was scanning the

They couldn’t afford delays.

Supplies were essential.

chance for his

other shops, yes, but something about

He paused, watching closely.

to buy from it were walking away with satisfied grins

sacks of rice, dried meat wrapped with

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

That’s the one.

That’s definitely the one.

shops briefly,

crowds weren’t even

one vendor, this specific stall, had already won

probably known for

Reputation.

like everything else in the world…

sighed and finally took a spot at the end

is it, he thought, folding

line… like

It felt…

strange.

strange was an

This was borderline surreal.

politics, diplomacy… now standing in line

He looked around awkwardly.

chatted casually,

used to

their routine,

baskets on

other or sat on stools, yawning lazily as

there he was, shifting from one leg to another, pretending like he belonged

am I even

He scratched his head.

never done

Ever.

In my life.

political rivals, sword

was a new kind

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

looking around like

He was famous afterall.

walk up and say, “Wait, isn’t that the

peppers like a commoner?” But of course, no one

Because no one knew.

imagined that such a

face

was just another

trying to get the best deal before the heat set