[Author's note: This chapter is in Dante's perspective. It starts back in time to before Seri transmigrated into this world.]
"Hey! There's that son of a courtesan!"
"GET HIM!"
I immediately started running while I carried the bag containing the meat I had been sent to pick up. As I turned down to escape, three older boys stopped out stopping my escape. I took a few steps back as I stared at them calmly while clutching the bag.
Soon I was surrounded by this group of boys. I was strong for my age, but I was still very young. These boys were at least 5 years older than me. I didn't really have a chance. Every time I ran into them, I could never really fight back. If I ever tried, I would only be beat up more.
I didn't really care if I was beaten up more. However, I had to be somewhere quickly. If I let them hit me without fighting back, then I would be able to return quicker.
