At dusk, the moonlight was hazy.
After three days of thorough cleansing, Mineral Town was more peaceful than ever.
The brothel that had once remained brightly lit through the night was now completely empty, leaving only darkness behind.
Meanwhile, the town's dungeon was packed to the brim.
At the lowest level of the dungeon.
It was damp and freezing, its walls covered in moss, its floor blanketed in black mud. The air reeked of rot and decay, enough to make one retch.
Yet unlike the overcrowded upper levels of the dungeon, this floor held only two prisoners—Fran Hughes and Eli Hughes.
"Karen, you beast! You actually locked your own uncle in a dungeon!"
"That poisonous woman will drag the entire Hughes Family into the abyss sooner or later!"
Fran, who had gone three days without a drop of water, still gripped the cell door and roared with remarkable vigor.
Though already sixty years old, he was an Extraordinary Knight. Going hungry for a few days was still bearable for him.
If he had been ten or twenty years younger, he could have smashed the rusty cell door before him apart with his bare hands.
"Grandpa Fran, could you stop shouting? I want to sleep for a while."
Eli curled up on a pile of straw in the neighboring cell, shivering from the cold as he spoke.
Having been driven from the castle as a child, he had never received an elite noble education. With no one to discipline him, he had indulged in women and squandered his vitality early on, only taking the ordinary profession of Knight Apprentice.
After three days without food or water—not even the Black Bread commoners used to fill their stomachs—and in the dungeon's cold, damp environment, his body had become extremely weak.
If this continued,