Chapter 1: A Lunatic
This is more of a prologue, so it is fine to skip to the next Chapter
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"Hey, have you heard of that lunatic roaming around the tower?" within the confines of a brightly lit, lively tavern, a man asked before he takes a large gulp of the beverage on the small, wooden barrel held in one of his hands, the scent of fermented malt permeating all throughout the air.
"Are you kidding me? Who hasn't heard of him yet?" Sitting across the table from the man who had just spoken, another person replied, the mocking look on his face making it clear that he was someone quite close to the person who had just asked the question.
"Are you talking about... that person?" from another table, another person seemingly interested in the conversation the pair of two is talking about, speaks, the light in their eyes showing complicated emotions towards whoever it is that the topic of their story is.
Given how this new figure seems to be quite agitated hearing this 'lunatic' in the tower though, their voice comes out a little louder, more than enough for it to become the center of attention despite the noisy surroundings due to the people laughing and horsing around.
"Hahaha, it seems that this friend here is also interested in that monster."
"Hey, don't speak like that, you know he doesn't like hearing anyone call him that, right?"
"What is he if not a monster, huh? You saw one time, don't tell me that's not an appropriate term for him?"