The Prince Doesn’t Cry From Mere Onions

The cursed war is over. Three years have passed. It seems like this rural village has finally settled down But now, some bear-like vagrant barges into our restaurant, spouting nonsense. Ive come to repay a debt I owe your father from the war. And yet, this guy doesnt even know what he supposedly owes. My father passed away during the war, so theres no way to ask him! I told him to just leave, but this vagrant says: How much do you want? Ill pay whatever you ask. Do I look like I lack pride, even if Im short on money? Forget the money, pay it back with labor. With my body, or someone elses? Either way, I can Just go chop some onions!