Chapter 6

"Sspp..Haah..."

Keaghen slurped, as he finished gulping down a salver of milk.

The tiny hut was empty as the blonde woman had gone out to seek work, leaving Keaghen alone with just him and the milk barrel.

Keaghen took advantage of this and had assaulted the milk barrel several times to feel that scrumptious sense of delicacy on his tongue once more.

However, after a week had gone by, Keaghen grew tired of the stale taste of milk and craved other forms of food.

He slowly crawled back to his bed that were composed mainly of dirty cloths and sat there, as he began to observe his body, once more today.

He glanced down and looked at the long scar he had on his stomach.

'It's already healed...'

Keaghen was intrigued that the deep wound on his stomach was more or less healed already, leaving a scar as the after effect of the wound.

He knew the wound was deep from the first day and expected it to attract many sorts of infections along the way, however not only did his skin recuperate but it had done so in only a week without any type of visible infections apparent.

He recalled the green viscous like treatment the woman had given him and surmised that that may have played a factor in healing him so quickly.

But let go of the thought when he factored in the situation and the background of the woman.

'She's just a beggar'

It was unlikely that a medicine, if it was even that, that could heal so fast - could be bought by a lonesome begging girl.

This left Keaghen wondering about his new body.

His assumption was that this body healed faster than others but he had no way of proving this other than observations of the scar on his belly.

What really baffled him was the nourishment required for this healing to be done so quickly.

Keaghen had only drank milk since his coming to and had no other sources of food other than that.

'If I get proper nourishment...'

Keaghen smiled slyly thinking about what would happen if this body actually had proper nutrition given to it - how fast would the wounds heal then.

Keaghen smirked lightly and began observing the other aspects of his body once more.

He glanced down towards the skin on his body, his arms and legs, and observed the color of his pigments.

It was a dark brown shade.

Keaghen had a light tan on his original body but you could still make out that it was just a tan.

However, this body was even darker than his original tan and resembled the color of a chocolate cookie, albiet slightly darker.

'Hm..'

He thought it was strange that he was such a dark shade of brown when the blonde woman appeared to be a much lighter shade of white than him.

In the beginning he deduced her as the woman who had given birth to him but he made other assumptions as time went on.

One possibility was that the woman had just taken him in but there was also the possibility that he may have inherited the genes from his unknown father, or the genes may have skipped a generation and been passed onto him however unlikely that was, as the chances were there.

The other aspect on Keaghen's mind were his current physical capabilities as a toddler.

"Hnng!"

Keaghen tried standing up, using his arms to push off the ground and placed strength on his legs to erect a straight pose.

He was successful but keeping balance while standing was hard, as his body wailed around a lot - making it even harder to walk.

But Keaghen persevered and began taking a couple of steps.

"Uuu...Gahh..Guhhh..Oof!"

He managed to take four steps today before tumbling back to the ground, it was a new record.

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Keaghen began to pant as he got his breath and resumed moving while crawling as he normally did.

'This method...is the best for now'

Crawling was the standard method Keaghen used for transportation, as it did not use up too much energy or muscles, and did not cause any lack of breath unless he ever decided to crawl at a fastening pace.

The reasoning behind Keaghen's attempts and observations were due to his new curiosity in this life.

In the beginning he had no qualms with this new body and wanted nothing more than to die, however it was different now.

After having lived in this body for a week - his appetite and lust for food or more so taste - gradually became his prying notion to live and experience what this body could offer, albeit justly his tongue.

It seemed insignificant at first but due to Keaghen's selfish nature and his narcissistic views, he vowed to live through in this body to satisfy and please the needs of his palate.

Keaghen smirked and looked towards the hut opening where the woman usually left and came through.

'Let's take another look'

He pulled a sheet of cloth over his body from his bed, covering everything but his eyes, nose and forehead - and ventured out through the dark alleyway.

....

'Damn it...No one is buying me..'

Estia thought to herself as she bit her haggard fingernails in worry.

A week had passed by and Estia still hadn't managed to secure a man, or any additional money.

She had wanted to sell the milk she currently possessed, but she didn't have any additional ware to sell them in.

Nevertheless, she was also wary that people would steal the barrel from her if she stayed out too late, as that was a concern that boggled her mind every time she left Rohan to go outside.

As far as whoring herself went, people avoided her like the plague, as her appearance resembled sickness itself.

Estia sighed and started walking through the Vindred district.

Right now her goal was to secure money or additional food that she could use to feed Rohan and herself.

She was worried about how long the milk would last them.

She continued walking down the district in hopes that another location would spark some oppurtunity-

"Well - look what we have here ladies, it's the dirty bitch"

However, it didn't.

...

Keaghen observed the many people walking by.

The most differentiating thing about them were their clothes, more specifically their attire.

The majority of the men that walked by wore clothes that resembled the clothing from medieval times in his world.

The woman wore long gowns, with a few exceptions of some women wearing buxom revealing clothing whom Keaghen deduced were street whores, wanting to seduce the average lad.

Another intriguing thing were their actions, more specifically - the body language and the way the people communicated with each other.

Everyone was standing up straight, barely scrunching over while walking, maintaining eye contact with whomever they were looking at.

And, when it came to communication, the people showed no signs of hesitation and spoke without any form of nervousness or uncertainty towards a stranger, for the most part.

It was different from the city life Keaghen was used to, where everyone stayed to themselves, huddled up on their phones, barely making an effort to talk to strangers or interacting with one another when outside, other than the average daily acquaintance they saw from time to time.

'How simple'

It was a breath of fresh air as he gazed at the people vibrantly talking to one another with no sense of anxiety or nervousness when doing so.

Keaghen loathed people that lacked the mental fortitude to hold a conversation, much less start one.

And he absolutely hated men that lacked confidence when conversing - shyness was an annoyance to him.

Keaghen continued to observe the populace as he stayed hidden behind some wooden trash in his dark alley, when he noticed a familiar woman.

It was the blonde woman.

'Who are they?'

Keaghen noticed that the blonde was surrounded by 3 other woman.

Two of them had brunette hair and the last one's was pure black.

They were wearing clothes much cleaner and more refined than what the blonde girl had on, and their overall appearance looked much healthier and smuttier as well.

It was clear they weren't in the same social hierarchy.

Keaghen carefully looked at the way they had surrounded her.

One had her arms crossed, the other held her head higher than natural, while the last one was pointing her finger directly at the blonde.

'Makes sense'

It was clear as day that they were bullying the blonde.

Keaghen had no qualms about harming the homeless, he was the same as those three himself, but harsher.

He considered people who were homeless as nothing more than the trash of society.

Failures that played no part in helping a country grow, whom just existed to leech of others without giving anything of value in return.

However, Keaghen didn't want the blonde to be injured too much to the point of not being able provide for him.

She was his only source of nourishment and resource to live as of the current moment.

He detested the feeling of having to rely on someone but made do with it as his current body wasn't capable of anything that would retain a source of income or stability.

As he was contemplating this, one of the women, a brunette, kicked the blonde down hard into the pavement, causing the blonde's buttocks to dust the ground it collided with.

The other brunette threw a kick, while the latter black haired vixen grabbed the blonde's hair and punched her in the eye.

The blonde screamed and pleaded them to stop but that only further reinforced their swings and kicks.

'What an idiot'

Keaghen grimaced at the fact the blonde actually thought that begging for forgiveness would actually do anything.

He knew, the only way to win a fight was to win by force - complete annihilation of the opposing side.

He glanced at the fight with a neutral face and looked around as the beating continued.

Even though there was a fight going on, no one was stepping in and there was no sense of urgency as people just walked by without a care in the world.

Keaghen contemplated whether this place had any source of security like the police but it seemed the people surrounding them didn't even bother reporting this to anyone.

Granted there were a few who had uncomfortable gazes directed towards the fight, but that was the maximum emotion felt.

Keaghen looked back towards the blonde and it seemed that it had ended.

The blonde was lying on the ground with her eyes facing the sky as she breathed in and out frantically trying to grasp the air, to the point that it looked like she was hyperventilating on the dirt from a distance.

The other three woman spouted curses, which Keaghen couldn't comprehend, and walked away from the scene as they each spat directly on the blondes face on the ground.

Keaghen looked at the scene and sighed.

'What a weakling'

The blonde woman - was crying.

Chapter 6 - Weak