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

need to hustle next time,” she said with a

Abuchi groaned.

time, I’m bringing a stool and a sleeping bag.” But already, he was scanning the street, looking for another vendor, another

They couldn’t afford delays.

Supplies were essential.

wasted minute was a chance for his brother’s men

shops, yes, but something about

He paused, watching closely.

it were walking away with satisfied grins and heavy bags packed with

clean sacks of

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

That’s the one.

That’s definitely the one.

at the other shops briefly, but it was

even looking their

specific stall, had already won the people’s

probably known

Reputation.

everything else in the world… some names meant more than

a spot at the end of

it, he thought, folding

in line… like

It felt…

strange.

was an

This was borderline surreal.

swordsmanship, politics, diplomacy… now standing in line in a morning market, waiting

He looked around awkwardly.

chatted casually,

used

was part of their routine, their

baskets

other or sat on stools, yawning lazily

shifting from one leg to another, pretending

I

He scratched his head.

literally never

Ever.

In my life.

political rivals, sword duels, assassination plots, but

a new kind of

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

around like someone

He was famous afterall.

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

peppers like a commoner?” But of course,

Because no one knew.

would have ever imagined that such

his face

was just another

early riser trying to get the