Yanan Town.
Not far away, the rebuilt Lancaster Castle had been renamed Dick Castle and was held by a baron invested by the kingdom.
He was a knight who had been among the most zealous in suppressing Lancaster, and had committed many bloody atrocities throughout this region.
The nearby Yanan Town had also become his fief.
Everything related to the Lancaster Family was being forcibly erased, turned into a taboo...
Tragically, after merely a few decades, the townspeople had forgotten their former lord and the hatred born of plunder and slaughter, crawling beneath Baron Dick's rule as obedient subjects.
After all, the dead were dead, while the living still had to go on living.
Quasimodo wore a hooded robe that hid most of his face. Even so, people could still identify him as the gravekeeper from the enormous hump on his back. They all kept their distance, expressions of ill omen appearing on their faces.
He had entered old age, which had made him even uglier—the sort who could make children cry at the very sight of him.
If he had not come to the town shortly after the disaster, rebuilt the cemetery, and voluntarily collected the bodies of all the dead, he probably would not have obtained this job as gravekeeper.
"Waaah... Mama, I'm scared!"
A child ran past him, caught sight of his face, and instantly fled in terror, crying loudly as he ran.
In town, a yellow mongrel barked madly at him.
Amid universal loathing, Quasimodo swiftly purchased some necessary supplies before leaving town.
This was his hometown. He had once been the son of its lord, able to take whatever he wanted here.
Yet now, this was what it had become.
But Quasimodo had grown used to it.
The only difference was that some time ago,