In the deep night, a man in an old-fashioned mansion banged on his desk! It was the residence of Aidan, who was most likely to be the next merchant king of Fortren. His anger burst out as he heard the report of the soldier in front of him.

“What are you doing?!”

“S-Sorry!”

The soldier who was Helena’s guard repeatedly apologized but he didn’t protect her. He didn’t properly do the job he was paid to do.

“Get out of my sight. There will be no paycheck this month.”

“B-But...”

“Is anyone outside?” A soldier outside burst into the room. Aidan pointed to the man in front of him. “Remove this guy!”

“Yes!”

“N-No! Please let it slide just this once! Lord Aidan! My family is starving...! Please forgive me!”

The soldier in front of Aidan grabbed his trouser legs and hung from them. Aidan pushed him away and the man in front of him was dragged away by the other soldiers. Once the door closed, Aidan frowned and shook his pants. “Tsk. The people from Garbage Village...”

The soldier was...