In Saint Milon, Feysac, a rather ordinary bar called Honey and Bear brimmed with a lively, boisterous atmosphere.
Though it was still some time before noon, the tavern was already packed. Some had gotten drunk the night before and slept in the tavern until they sobered up; others had come for a couple of drinks during their lunch break; and of course, there were those who had earned enough for booze and planned to skip work that afternoon to drink their fill.
Such was the Feysac way of life. In this frigid nation, almost everyone loved alcohol as much as life itself. There was a long-standing joke: Feysacians only did not drink when they were in their mothers' wombs.
Naturally, Feysacians collectively rejected this joke, because even in their mothers' wombs, they drank along with their mothers!
These Feysacians, who possessed a small amount of Giant blood, were tall and built like bears. Their tempers were equally fierce, and no few of them ended up fighting after drinking for a while.
Yet amid this noisy tavern, where people were occasionally thrown out, one table seemed particularly quiet. The two people sitting there appeared to have been ignored by the entire environment. Even those scuffling and rolling about unconsciously gave them a wide berth.
"Looks like you've adapted rather well to the environment here?" Sno took a sip of the strong liquor in his cup and frowned slightly. Lavish revealed a very Feysacian smile.
"People here are easy to understand—warmhearted yet hot-tempered, crude yet easygoing. A few drinks are enough to build a good relationship. Compared with that, the royal family here is very shrewd. There is almost no opening to be found."
"That is normal. If a Hunter royal family let you find their weaknesses so easily, they would have