Chapter 11: A Horse Without Rest Grows Thin
"Papa… this wooden box has a hidden compartment too."
Luciel's fingers traced the bottom of the box. The faint hollow sound beneath his touch made his eyes glint with curiosity.
He drew his saber and slid the tip carefully under the plank. With a soft crack, the board lifted, revealing a small cloth pouch tucked within.
Inside the pouch—seeds.
Luciel blinked in surprise. "Vegetable seeds? No wonder they were hidden so carefully."
A smile of pure delight spread across his face. He tied the cloth bag tightly and slipped it into his backpack as though it were a treasure beyond gold.
In this wasteland world—where civilization had long since crumbled—green seeds like these were hope itself. They were the promise of soil reborn, of life growing again from dust and ruin. To find them here was like discovering light in the dark.
