"Perhaps I should have realized my uniqueness from that time; I've always had a large appetite, more than many grown men."
"But Father never let me talk about this, nor let others notice, so I often endured hunger back then."
"For me, at that time, being able to eat my fill was already quite difficult."
After speaking, the girl scratched her head embarrassedly and gave Miser a simple smile.
"Whenever I can eat my fill, it's either when Father comes to see me and brings lots of food, or during special festivals and celebrations when the village prepares a feast."
"Whenever I eat my fill now, I recall those feelings from before; it makes me very happy and warm."
Thinking of the villagers, Teresa's expression darkened, and she said softly:
"...Although they're all gone now, they weren't really good to me back then, but those feelings still linger in my heart."
Miser nodded thoughtfully, understanding the significance of food to this mixed-blood girl.
"I see."
