The man crossed his arms and laughed bitterly.

“My head shows no signs of recovery, though.”

There was no difficulty in talking, thinking, or acting.

But how could he not remember even his own name?

Forgetting everything else was one thing, but not remembering his own name was shocking.

‘Probably just a big, thick-skulled, clumsy guy.’

The man was convinced that he must have been a dimwit in his past, hence getting injured to the point of losing his memory.

The more he thought about it, the more irked he became, and he uncrossed his arms and got up from his seat.

To dissipate his frustration, he decided to explore the house.

“It’s quite small overall.”

It was the same impression he had when he first entered the log cabin the previous night. Unsorted piles of herbs were everywhere, making it hard to tell whether it was a storage room or a house.

That explained why Sharti always smelled of various herbs.

“Hmm?”

While examining the structure of the house, the man tilted his head. His gaze settled on the small kitchen.

There was a subtle, indistinct difference that caught his eye.

“Something’s… missing.”

He stroked his chin, though he didn’t ponder it too deeply.

“She’s taking too long.”

It was already past noon.

Time passed slowly, and the wait seemed endless, just like in the cave.

“She must be hungry.”

The man hadn’t eaten anything since the morning either, but he was only concerned about Sharti’s hunger.

Remembering Sharti’s growling stomach and her delight at having just two pieces of bread, a smile flickered across his impassive face.

“I can’t even go out.”

He wished he could pick some berries and bring them to Sharti. He wanted to do at least that.

Instead of waiting helplessly for her like this.

Wandering around the house, the man eventually returned to the bedroom.

“She’ll come. For sure.”

Holding the note left by Sharti, the man sat in silence, slowly being consumed by loneliness as he waited for her return.

Meanwhile, a shadow that had been watching the old log cabin disappeared suddenly.

“Tsksks… The kid brought home something strange.”

It was well past lunchtime when the emergency treatments were done, and the soldiers gradually regained consciousness.

Grrrrrrr…

‘…Ah!’

Sure enough, Sharti’s stomach growled, having been empty the whole time.

Her face turned red, and she hastily turned away, trying to escape the soldiers’ eyes but stopped, clutching her stomach.

‘Is there anything to eat at home?’

Obviously not. Therefore, the man at the house must also have been starving.

Realizing her oversight, Sharti touched her head in frustration.

The soldiers had come to the house, so given the man’s nature, he wouldn’t have left the house.

‘How could I let someone who needs to eat well starve like this?’

Quite some time had passed since she came down to the village.

Thinking of the man starving and hiding in the house, she felt uneasy.

‘Especially when he must be feeling so anxious.’

It was a form of anxiety she had experienced herself.

But right now, there was nothing Sharti could immediately do.

‘Even though the danger is over, I can’t leave my post.’

If the condition of the injured soldiers worsened while she was away, the soldiers’ current goodwill could instantly turn into resentment and anger.

After much contemplation, Sharti made a determined decision and went downstairs.

“Huh? Sha, what’s up? Need anything else?”

Patricia, who was preparing food for the patients, approached Sharti as she saw her.

Confronted with Patricia, Sharti felt nervous.