Cyprus, Tamasos.
In the shabby inn of Small Town, after personally feeding the horses, Baldwin fetched fresh water and grease to maintain the removed breastplate.
He regretfully ran his hand over a deep claw mark on it. It had been left by a cave-dwelling demon.
The old servant Dimitri sat nearby, still clutching the anti-magic gold longsword he never let out of his hands as he noisily sipped his wine. Though old, the fellow's swordsmanship was nothing short of miraculous. The anti-magic gold longsword in his hand was no ordinary weapon merely plated on the surface, but one personally forged by a renowned master craftsman. Slaying low-level supernatural creatures like demons with it was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.
Because it had once possessed a great copper mine, Tamasos had once been a rather prosperous mining city. But the mine had been exhausted over a century ago, and the city gradually declined, becoming a collection of villages and towns.
When they had arrived some time ago, they heard that demons had been causing trouble at midnight, frequently dragging away cattle and sheep. Later, homes were often broken into as well, leaving many dead and wounded and throwing everyone into a panic.
Baldwin, who aspired to become a Chivalrous Knight, naturally could not stand idly by. Over the past few days, he, little Nishaya, and old Dimitri had entered the mines several times to investigate, finally exterminating that nest of cave-dwelling demons.
The name of Baldwin the Chivalrous Knight had begun to spread across the island of Cyprus.
Naturally, he had also received a generous reward from the locals. Chivalrous Knights had to eat too.
Urgent footsteps sounded outside. The little Witch hurried into the inn's back courtyard and said anxiously, "Baldwin, did you know Lothar has proclaimed himself