The year 1817.
Eleanor and the two men who were bothering her turned to Simon.
"Simon?"
The two thugs looked at Simon with an underestimate. They didn't know that the man they would face was a savage monster.
"See, a hero comes and claims the woman as his!" said the man wearing the vest.
"You're right, mate. I've never seen him before, his clothes look ridiculous. Maybe we should teach him a little lesson, so he knows who we are."
Simon wore tight trousers below the knees and a tight top that exposed part of his stomach. Where else could Simon have found such clothing if not steal. During this time, he did not have clothes like an ordinary human.
"Right, he doesn't know that even nobles are afraid of us sometimes."
Simon was already standing in front of them, staring one by one. He knew that the two men had drunk cheap alcohol.
"Simon," Eleanor repeated Simon's name.
