Zanfrui, the third son of the Wilmot Family and heir to the bloodline of the legendary Silver Lake Shield, had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and raised in the Imperial Capital at the heart of the Servia Kingdom.
Wenser came from a fishing family in Salt Rock Port. The most valuable thing he had ever touched was a Goldenhorn Ray hauled out of the sea. His family had used the money from selling it to refurbish the little fishing boat they depended on for their livelihood. He had grown up beneath the blazing sun and amid raging storms.
Under normal circumstances, even with the Wilmot Family gradually declining, their vastly different backgrounds meant their only possible connection in this lifetime would have been Wenser catching another expensive fish, which would pass through a complicated chain of hands before finally arriving on Zanfrui's dining table.
Given the young noble's overbearing disposition, he might even have complained that it did not suit his tastes, taken a couple of spoonfuls, and left the rest for the household servants.
Now, however, a recruitment notice from the kingdom's frontier had brought together two people from entirely different worlds, giving them a chance to get to know each other.
The way they met was nothing complicated.
They belonged to the same group of recruits, and with all the days spent traveling from Salt Rock Port to Blood-Cast Fortress, someone as outgoing as Zanfrui could hardly have kept his head down and marched along without saying a word.
Naturally, he wanted to socialize with the people around him along the way.
Unfortunately, things turned out nothing like he had imagined. The others did not bow down and place him on a pedestal upon learning that he belonged to the Silver Lake Shield's family.