Floor 23.
In an inn where travelers often spent the night.
At a table, four men were chatting about a somewhat vulgar topic.
"Hey, have you heard this news? I heard that the Dicathen Kingdom is about to lose."
"Tsk. I told you, it's only a matter of time."
At the next table, a man wearing a cloak suddenly gripped the fork in his hand.
As if he could crush it at any moment.
"That kingdom was just an empty shell."
"And ever since the royal family was exterminated and the only prince disappeared, that kingdom has already begun to come to an end."
"By the way, why did that prince disappear?"
One of the four men let out a mocking laugh.
"Of course he's scared. What a coward."
Unable to bear it any longer, the cloaked man stood up, and without hesitation charged towards the man who had said that.
"What the hell!"
Being attacked by surprise, he could only scream.
"Do you know who I am!?"
The cloaked man ignored him, punching him painfully.
