บท 796: Windmill hunter Part 1

Somewhere in La mancha, in a place whose name I dread to remember, a gentleman hunter lived not long ago, one of those who has a hunting rifle and an old pistol on a shelf. Said gentleman was named Alonso and he lived a well lived life until his advanced age, yet he never had a spouse nor did he have children, just an old crush to whom he wrote the most romantic text messages receiving nothing but emojis in return.

There was, however, a reason why his crush never returned the favor and it had nothing to do with his looks which were actually above average. He also wasn't poor but the contrary, as he had inherited his parents state when he was younger. A large apartment building that allowed Alonso to never work a day in his life and devote himself entirely to his hobby, which was the actual deal breaker for his unrequited love: Manga.