At sunset, the sun stains a nondescript tavern north of Hemalton red.

A man who looked like a man walked out lazily and looked up at the setting sun a few times. Turned around and went down the partition that blocked the door and window of the tavern, and put it neatly together.

As the sun sets, the last rays of light disappear from the horizon.

The lights were lit up, and the silent streets began to be noisy. After a busy day, people gradually gather in this bistro of several square meters.

Even the boys who run the hall need to hold their plates high and turn sideways to squeeze through the crowd.

For them, it's a skillful physical job. If you want to get through the crowd without letting the wine spill, you really can't just do it.

But......

People don't seem to care how crowded it is. For them, it is enough to have wine and friends.

Those who know and those who don't know sit together in groups. Chatting about the latest news, women, and the Mercenary Guild's recent missions. These few things alone were enough for them to talk all night.

"Hey! Give me a cup of dwarven black iron. ”

A chubby panda at the bar struggled to turn around. With a gentle push of the wooden vat full of beer, it slid towards the visitor. That's right, you're not dazzled, it's really a panda. A panda that can walk upright and speak human language.

And, judging by the tone of conversation between the two. The two know each other very well, the kind of old friends for many years.

"Old Dawson, it's been a long time since you've been here. What kind of wind is it today......?"

Although he was called old Dawson by the panda people, Dawson was not old at all at this time. Although it's a bit decadent, there's a hint of handsomeness in it.

Dawson didn't immediately answer the panda's words, but picked up his wine glass and drank it down. The pandaman filled his glass at the right time and placed it securely in front of Dawson.

Dawson picked up his glass, put it to his lips several times, and then took it away. Looking up at his old friend who was smiling at him, Dawson took a sip of his beer.

"I've found my son!"

"That's a good thing! The prodigal son can finally return home. ”

Dawson didn't answer his old friend's words, just said to himself. It's like talking to this old friend of mine, and it's like ........

"It's Hana's child!"

"Hana who made you give up the title of Paladin for her sake?"

"Ahh

Dawson once again basked in the fond and excited memories.

Back then, when Dawson, who was still a probationary paladin, escorted a priest to Hemarton to preach, he was ambushed by a monster on the border of Northmar. While recuperating from his injuries in a nearby village, he met young Hana. After a few days of getting along, this promising paladin fell in love with this simple and kind girl.

Togetherness is always short-lived.

After the pastor finished his sermon, Dawson had to leave for his life. The two made a promise to protect each other for life.

After returning to the church, Dawson because of his outstanding performance. On the recommendation of his mentor, he was promoted to the rank of Knight Chief. But for Dawson, it wasn't a happy thing.

In order to ensure the purity of the Paladin's blood, the Church prohibits it from taking people from other countries. What's more, Hana is still a heretic.

For this reason, Dawson had many quarrels with his mentor, and even had the idea of leaving the church.

This is something that is absolutely not allowed to happen in a country where the Lord rules everything.

The Church sent an emissary to Hemalton in secret. Hana was tied to the execution stake as a heretic and burned alive.

When Dawson arrived, all that awaited him was the remains of his burned bones. At that moment, no one could understand his sadness. God's well-timed rain washed away the traces of sin on the ground, but it could not wash away Dawson's inner pain.

He couldn't understand why a Lord, who had taught a lifetime of love, could not tolerate a defenceless girl.

For three days and three nights, Dawson knelt beside the remains of Hana's body.

On the fourth day, Dawson vanished. Where he had been, his paladin armor and weapons were quietly placed.

The moment he disappeared, he decided to break with the church.

The Church cannot tolerate such a thing. They did not hesitate to slander Hanna's reputation afterwards, and did not hesitate to demonize her as a dancer who seduced the knights to degenerate.

As a result, Hana was unable to sleep peacefully underground for many years after her death. This makes Hana's son forever unable to let go of his father.

......

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to settle down and then get a job here. "I'm going to make it up to him. ”

Dawson said, slicing down the rest of his beer. Looking up at the panda man, he said seriously,

"So, old Ji. I beg you to do me a favor and help me get a mercenary here. ”

"That's fine, take it for me. ”

As he spoke, the panda man summoned a fellow to come over, and after whispering a few words in his ear, he waved him away.

After less than a while, the guy returned again. He handed the pandaman an iron sign in his hand, and muttered a few words in his ear.

"Go get busy!"

After sending the men away, Panda Man put the sign on the table and knocked it down in front of Dawson and knocked it a few times.

"Here's for you!" "However, there is nothing I can do about your son's identity. ”

"I know, he's—slave!" "I owe him, I'll figure it out." ”

......

"Dawson! Dawson!

"Huh?"

Dawson was pulled out of his thoughts, and he looked around. I found that this is not a tavern, and there is no panda man old season. Then I suddenly remembered that this was .......