Lloyd stepped into his room, completely drained.
The day had been intense. Apparently, the rest of the beastmen had taken the news that he was supposedly "the chosen one" way too well.
Way too well.
He'd been harassed in his previous life, sure, but he'd forgotten just how exhausting it was to be the center of attention.
Of course, none of the beastmen approached him with bad intentions.
Even the few who challenged him to duels did it out of admiration and respect.
Still, Lloyd wasn't exactly a social butterfly.
He'd spent three years holed up with Sebastian and Lucía.
Apart from a handful of specific moments, he hadn't really had to interact with anyone.
Not even in his past life had he ever been this much in demand.
Talking didn't bother him; he could hold a conversation just fine… as long as he had a reason to bother.
If there was nothing in it for him, pointless small talk just grated on his nerves.
