An Villain's POV

When Eren was young, he fell from a wagon and suffered a serious head injury.

He was just starting to run around when he was less than three years old. Because of the accident, not only was he unable to wake up for a while, but even after he woke up, he just spent the days in a daze.

The most important thing was that as he grew up after the accident, he could barely feel any emotions.

When you hit your head, it's impossible to know whether you hit a nerve in your brain.

A child with curly brown hair and no emotions.

Is that why? People were often surprised when they suddenly encountered Eren.

Not only did he have no presence, but there was a great sense of disconnect from his emotionless actions. Maybe he would have been seen as a monster.

Fortunately, he had no physical problems, but even until he was thirteen, he often spent time alone, staring into space with empty eyes.

No matter what happened, there was no change in his emotions.

Due to the nature of his parents' jobs, it was difficult for him to make friends. His parents led a small mercenary company.

They were mainly responsible for wandering around the continent and protecting merchants, but they could not leave Eren alone, so they always took him with them.

Compared to people of the same age, he was smaller, less talkative, and less active. As parents, they couldn't help but be worried.

However, there was also a positive aspect: he was leading a busy life due to the attention he received from the mercenaries. Why did mercenaries like a child who kept an expressionless face all day?

The reason was because of his special abilities.

"Eren! About a week ago. Do you remember where I left the saw 'That thing' I used while camping? I'm sure it was put on a wagon with a toolbox… but I can't see it at all. The captain is about to scold me. Please save me."

As mercenary member Zane waved his palm, Eren spoke in a dry tone.

"You packed it late and put it on the side of the food wagon."

"Ah! That's right! Thank you, Eren!"

Zane bowed his head and quickly disappeared.

Once Eren saw something, he never forgot it, whether it was a moment ago or several years had passed. So he sometimes experienced absurd things. One of them was acting as a witness.

Scotts, a man with a bald head and rugged muscles, approached Eren with his close friend Glion in tow.

"Eren! I'm going to lend Glion 2,000 shillings, Could you Please stand as a witness."

"Okay."

2,000 shillings was equivalent to one month's salary as a mercenary. Eren answered in a bland tone.

"Now, it's 2,000 Glion shillings. When you pay, be sure to pay 2,200 shillings in front of Eren. If Eren doesn't remember, its means you didn't pay it back. If you lie and say you paid it back sloppily, you'll die! You know Eren has an amazing memory, right?"

"I know, I know! Thank you so much. I will definitely pay you back within a month."

The mercenaries who trusted Eren's memory always lent and received everything, including money, in front of him.

"Eren, have you eaten?" the mercenary asked after completing the transaction.

Eren didn't answer and just stared somewhere with a blank expression. The two mercenaries did not give up and asked persistently.

"There's a bonfire on the other side and they're grilling meat. Do you want to come and eat?"

"Can you Bring it to me?"

"Okay, I'll bring it to you."

The two exchanged words with each other, made a decision among themselves, and left. Usually, conversations with Eren went like this. When the two people disappeared, Eren let out a small sigh and buried himself in the pile of luggage on top of the carriage.

It's starting again.

He had another ability that he did not tell others about. Sometimes his five senses became extremely sensitive. In fact, he knew they were grilling meat on a bonfire without them saying anything.

The sound and smell of meat being grilled filled Eren's mind.

At times like this, he always stared into space and deliberately blurred his mind.