— Three weeks after the Eldest Son of the Falazar Count Family was banished, somewhere in the northern section of the Water Kingdom, at a busy tavern —
"Somehow, after the passing of hundreds of thousands of years, I still wound up drowning my sorrows in alcohol," Knox Falazar muttered with a sarcastically reminiscent tone. "Instead of being a good Young Master, I should've just opted for the position of Universe's #1 Alcoholic!"
*Glug, glug, glug!*
While Knox drowned out his sadness with good, old-fashioned liquor, the swinging doors of the tavern were suddenly whacked open. The loud noise produced by this action made the few dozen odd people in the tavern pause what they were doing to stare. Their expressions twisted in anger once they saw the newcomers walking past the smashed swinging doors.
