Arriving outside the house, a crowd had already started to gather to talk to me. It was a little difficult, but I still managed to talk to everyone and say hello.
They seemed to be very worried. Some of them even started to tell some stories about when I arrived in the village. They got desperate too.
Some of them dared to tell me that they thought I would die.
I don't know if you guys should tell me about this, but I don't care. But I can't say the same thing about my mom, she didn't seem to have heard about it before, she seems to be a little irritated.
Well, I can understand, people thought her son was dead.
'But theoretically, I wasn't practically already dead?' As I recall, before I woke up I was in that black cube, doesn't that mean I was dead? I need to ask the goddess about this someday.