Dauntless God Of War

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It was merely a coincidence that she encountered Harold eating her leftover pasta.

In a way, Harold was unlucky. If he had finished it a few minutes earlier and left the shop, an awkward situation like that would not have happened.

Once the woman was gone, Harold glanced back at the almost-finished pasta. He was too embarrassed to inquire whether the shop owner was still recruiting after what had happened.

Hence, he gobbled up the food and left as the other patrons watched him with wide eyes.

Harold continued looking for a job, but his efforts were fruitless.

In the end, he slinked back to Luna Clinic.

“Where did you go?” Luna worriedly asked when she saw Harold.

Harold was an injured amnesiac who did not even have an ID card.

Luna was worried that he would not return, though she did not know whether his disappearance was due to his inability to navigate back to the clinic or due to him wanting to avoid paying the medical bills that he owed her.

“I was hoping to look for a job to pay you back as soon as possible. I owe you a substantial amount of money for the medical bills and hospital examinations,” Harold told her truthfully.

Being with Luna was like being with his sister.

He was moved when he caught sight of the concern she had for him in her eyes.

Upon hearing Harold, Luna rolled her eyes and said, “Not only are you hurt, but you don't even have your ID card. Besides, you have lost your memories too. What kind of job can you possibly find?”

“I...”

Harold could not find anything to say in response to that.

Luna dropped the topic at Harold's embarrassed expression and curiously asked, “All right, I'll stop taking a jab at you. Did you find a job?”

“It's just as you said. No one dares to hire me without my ID card, so...” Harold confessed.

“What about this? I need someone to do odd jobs. Since you seem like you know a thing or two about working in hospitals, you can run errands for me. You'll get food and accommodation for the job, and two thousand every month. Once you get back your memories, it'll be up to you as to where you want to go. How does that sound?” Luna said to Harold after a moment of contemplation.

“That's... Thank you, Luna.”

Harold wanted to reject her initially, for he knew that she was taking pity on him. In fact, she was capable of handling the clinic by herself, so she did not need someone to do odd jobs for her at all.