The sound of the small band playing beautiful pieces filled with fantastical melodies. Loud conversations from people who meet several times a year. Asura felt the hypocrisy of these people who came at such sudden notice.
'Baron Holmes, Marquis Davan. Two people who betray the kingdom in the coming war.'
A feeling of pressure from the nobles and merchants, all vying to increase their power and wealth.
"No matter which life, this atmosphere never changes."
Asura felt he could almost taste the greed. His lips curled into a sarcastic smile, almost smug. The bitter flavour stained his mouth as nobles greeted each other with fake smiles and hidden daggers. 'I feel disgusted, the people here... How many of them mocked me in my last life, joked about my shame at incompetence?'
