“What are you doing? We have to go in!”

“Wait a bit. I have to prepare myself.”

“What’s the fuss? You are acting as if you are going to fight a dragon.”

“That would actually make me feel more comfortable.”

Lyla pushed Zich from behind. Zich resisted slightly, but in the end, he walked begrudgingly toward the city. 

“Hans.”

“Yes!”

“You take the lead since we’ve come back to your hometown.”

“Isn’t this place also your hometown too, Sir Zich?”

“Yes, it’s also my hometown which I have absolutely no good memories of. Stop saying useless things and take the lead.”

Like that, the party passed through the castle’s gates. The guards didn’t appear to recognize Zich or Hans. Even though he had been practically disowned, Zich had once been the traditional heir of the Count and Hans had also been a servant who resided mostly in the mansion. They weren’t existences that a guard at the end of the social ladder would recognize.

After everyone entered the city, the party had three different reactions: Hans appeared reminiscent, the others looked curious since they had heard that this place was Zich and Hans’ hometown, and finally, there was Zich, who looked like he had eaten shit. Finally, the party first got a lodging place. They each went into their individual rooms,...