Prosperous Gene Town, bustling district.
A member of the Old Guard is walking down the street, his attire instantly recognizable to those who see him.
The envious and jealous gazes of the peasants and the somewhat complex looks from the knightly nobility give Remon a unique feeling.
Who would have thought that a runaway slave from Leonais would have such a day?
The Old Guard?
Remon feels rather proud. In truth, there is no need to wear the bear skin hat in this hot weather; it's already late July, past the hottest season in Brittania, but wearing the bear skin hat still makes him feel a bit warm. He clearly knows why he chose to wear the Old Guard uniform home.
With a few gold coins in his pocket, he walks along the familiar yet unfamiliar streets on his way home.
