Nolan’s Tavern in a dark corner.
Today’s semi-finals had ended, and the second match was the iron-caster’s crushing victory over the white-horned deer to enter the finals.
That meant that the enemy that the Fuya Knights would face tomorrow would be the iron-caster!
At this time, as a member of the Fuya Knights, Monet should have been training with his team members.
But his sister came to this shabby and cheap tavern at this time.
Clary said that she was here to meet the Bishop of the Inquisitor, but Monet knew... that she was here to drink.
“No eggplant? !”
“Yes! I’ll roll it up for you right away.”
“Two more glasses of Ale!”
Clary controlled the strong body of the Chaos Fiend and ordered the servants in the tavern to serve the wine.
Monet curled up in the corner of his consciousness and said nothing, because that was how he remembered her sister.