"Have you heard? The King and the future King are currently fighting."
Someone stood at the tavern entrance and spoke to the people there.
"I did hear that. I also heard that they're fighting at the border. At the same time, the Elven Kingdom and the Winter Nation are also in the battle."
A man in the tavern sat on a long table and wiped a bottle of golden-red sun fruit wine as if he was going to open it. However, he looked up, sighed, and put down the wine in his hand.
"If His Majesty wants to fight Watson, I should forget about opening the tavern. The scene is so big that no one's here to drink! I've got a bottle of excellent sun fruit wine in my hand. It's a beautiful thing when everyone sits down to drink and chat, but why do we have to fight?"
"Of course, it's for the throne. Only one person can sit on it," someone spoke up.
