Can’t Get Through

Ugh!

The steward almost retched.

I could wash it twice more and it'll be fine? F*ck you, I say!

Normally, if someone were to talk to him like this, he would have slapped him twice over, but now… he honestly did not dare do anything so rash.

Even if he had to retch his guts to death, he dared not jump off his feet.

The steward made his way through a total of three markets but did not manage to buy even a stalk of vegetable.

He returned with empty hands, but his trip home was not as relaxed as when he had first come out. He was stopped and checked every few steps, being searched everywhere and even in his most private of places. After being manhandled, he encountered another round just several steps away; it was the same, being patted down wholly without regard to his personal space.

It was to see if he brought back any messages… What if the search was not meticulous and there were to be a mistake?

Those private places were the highlights of the search.