Far, far away...
In the narrow and simple but bright, warm tavern cellar…
"'I probably won't be able to escape. But they'll be able to live…'"
A battered boy in shaggy clothes clenched his fists.
He raised his head and looked at the heroic and valiant-looking brunette who had a pair of khukuris strapped to her ankles and forced a smile.
"'I have to depart to Red Street Market now."'
'That was…' he tried to think in his blurry state.
*Boom… Boom!*
A loud thunderclap sounded, and his thoughts became clear because of it. Then, he saw another scene.
It was a magnificent hall built in the shape of a semicircle. The same boy who seemed to be dressed in beautiful clothes and gorgeous ornaments, but was actually badly injured, stood before many important officials. They were dressed in luxurious clothing and had stern expressions as well as dignified mannerisms…
"'Yes, Duke Covendier. … It was I who saved your life…"'
