Six years ago.
In the northeastern part of the Southern Continent, an economically underdeveloped coastal town with a substantial population.
Fen was accused of treason, first-degree murder, military coup, among a series of charges, and was wanted by the Tower Alliance.
Thus, he was exiled overseas.
Inside a restaurant, Fen's funds were dwindling, yet he couldn't stand a simple and plain life; he still spent money like water at a local, relatively expensive dining place.
The noisy ruffians nearby displeased him, even uttering outrageously disrespectful words, completely reckless.
"Emperor is just a singer, huh? If he dares come before me, I'd pull off his hood and smack him in the face."
Liszt, already drunk, wore leather armor yet displayed generosity, ordering good wine and dishes, costing upwards of five silver coins.
The classic trio was carefree inside the restaurant, accompanied by a gang of fierce gangsters, unmistakably genuine bandits.
