Mask (Five)

Chewing the oatmeal porridge, the sticky slop was nothing compared to mother's cooking. But after gorging on canned luncheon meat, manufactured butter, and [Black Bean and Rice Burritos], even the poorly seasoned bowl of porridge tasted like a divine gift. There could be no tastier supper in the world.

Eating isn't torture, it's a joy—a simple natural truth that people often overlook. This realization was etched into Roland's mind with a layered depth.

Naturally, there was Lilac's innocent, romantic, and slightly slow smile. Rousey Wilhelmovich Virtanen, the mill owner with a weather-beaten, silent face, also gave off an intimate feeling that was completely different from his appearance.

After several days of solitary travel, having experienced the emptiness and desolation of his soul sharply, Roland deeply understood that humans—the Wisdon Species, are helpless on their own.