The Prince Doesn’t Cry From Mere Onions Manhwa

As dusk descended upon the quiet village, a cloaked figure emerged on the horizon, his stride purposeful as he headed towards the humble restaurant nestled in the heart of the cobblestone streets. Whispers rippled through the villagers like a gentle breeze, curiosity dancing in their eyes at the arrival of the enigmatic stranger. Upon entering the restaurant, his presence commanded attention, a silent aura of mystery surrounding him. In a voice as deep as the ocean, he declared, "I have come to settle a debt owed to your late father from the days of war." The young proprietor, still mourning the loss of his father, bristled at the stranger's bold claim, emotions swirling within him like a turbulent sea. "You speak of debts, yet you know nothing of the debt you truly owe," the young man retorted, his voice laced with bitterness and grief. Unfazed by the hostility radiating from his host, the stranger coolly responded, "Name your price, and I shall pay it in full." Pride clashed with sorrow in the young man's heart as he challenged, "Work off your debt with sweat and toil, not coin." A spark of amusement glinted in the stranger's eyes as he posed a question that cut through the tension like a well-honed blade, "Shall I toil with my own hands, or shall another bear the burden?" The air crackled with unspoken words as their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. "Just chop onions," the young man finally burst out, a mix of defiance and frustration coloring his tone. Little did they know that this seemingly mundane task would set in motion a chain of events that would unravel long-held secrets, challenge their deepest beliefs, and forge an unexpected bond that transcended time and fate, leading them down a path they never could have foreseen.