The Vastness of Magical Destiny

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"We might say that it’s a bit of both. I’ve always found the atmosphere conversing with several chiefs inside the mansion to be somewhat oppressive, so I asked the Sike Leader to invite you here to experience the free atmosphere of our Caucasus, as well as to get a taste of the ordinary people’s daily life of entertainment and leisure in the Caucasus. I hope that wasn’t too abrupt?"

The voice from behind drew the attention of Dvanch and Bellamong, as Komer’s slightly slender figure appeared in the tavern, it also caused a stir among some of the tavern customers across. The customers sensibly restrained themselves, casting curious glances from a distance without swarming over.

"Is that so? Lord Komer, we are mountain people, and perhaps we don’t adapt well to the lives of mortals," Dvanch said with a meaningful undertone, his deep gaze piercing through his slightly squinted eyes.

"Oh, if Chief Dvanch thinks so, all I can say is that it’s regrettable. I’ve always believed that although mortals and mountain people come from different races, the yearning for a better life is common to all. The shine of civilization should be equal for every race. If one fails to recognize this, it goes against the current and will be abandoned by the times. I believe that fact has been amply demonstrated."

Komer’s tone was light and accompanied by a smile, yet it was incredibly sharp.

"Lord Komer, the change in traditions requires specific stages and ample time to develop—it’s not as simple as you imagine. The traditions of our mountain people are not so easily altered by mortals," Bellamong chimed in supportively.

"Heh, it seems we still have considerable differences in our views, but no matter, it’s good to talk them over. We have plenty of time to discuss this issue, and plenty of time to prove who is right and who is wrong," Komer replied with a laugh, noticeably easing the atmosphere.