At noon the next day, inside a luxurious Inn in Walker City.
Warm sunlight streamed straight through the window, falling across Achill's face as he slept soundly on a soft, spacious bed. His eyelids fluttered under the glare, and at last he slowly opened his bleary eyes.
"Haah..." Achill yawned sleepily and dragged himself lazily out of bed.
"What a peaceful day~" After a quick wash, Achill reclined comfortably in a lounge chair by the balcony, sipping expensive red wine and eating the delicious breakfast he had just ordered up. Well, lunch, really—it was already noon. Every so often, he popped a juicy grape or two into his mouth. Ah, a life fit for the gods. Just thinking about it was enough to make anyone feel relaxed and content.
Of course, he could only afford this because his pockets were nice and full. An ordinary wizard would never dare throw money around the way he did. Never mind anything else—a single night in a high-end Inn like this cost about as much as more than a month's rent for an ordinary room!
"Hey! Did you hear?! Apparently, a demon attacked Walker City last night!" Just then, a conversation below the balcony caught Achill's attention.
"Hmm?" Achill stopped eating and peered down from the balcony.
His room was on the side of the Inn, overlooking a pleasant park. Beneath a large tree not far away, two people taking shelter from the heat were chatting away. They were some distance off, but Achill's hearing had always been exceptional. Every word of their conversation reached his ears.
"A demon attack?! You're kidding, right?!" Watermelon Head exclaimed in shock. He hurriedly asked, "Then why didn't I hear anything about it?! And the city looks perfectly fine!"
"What?! You didn't know?!" The other man, who