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"Little Baskin, what are you talking about? Isn't that your home?"
Oh, so that was "my" home.
Leon gazed wistfully at the small house, memorized its exact location, then shook his head indifferently, and said in a very light yet resolute voice, "That's not my home, it's just a house where I live."
"..."
Unaware that he had been baited, upon hearing "Little Baskin's" response, the middle-aged man's heart involuntarily quivered slightly, a wave of hollow pain surging up.
For Little Baskin, that was no longer his home... and the current Kingdom was also no longer his kingdom...
*No matter how much change and effort I put in, what was meant to happen had already happened,* he thought. *Wherever the world goes from here, whether the result is good or bad, it no longer concerns me.*
*My family is long gone, my regrets doomed to remain unresolved,* he reflected. *So for me, who no longer has a "home," is this Kingdom not just an empty house as well?*
"That's true..."
