The four Lenslethians at this table had all left behind the comfort of their lives in Lensleth to journey to the distant city of Bedenheim.

“Ah! Back when Arad talked about making the Golden Chariot, I provided all—every single one of—the materials for it!”

Lennon, still rambling drunkenly, was the youngest among them. Before coming to Bedenheim, he had worked as an adventurer in Haven.

A wanderer by nature, he was the first to volunteer when the opportunity to travel to Bedenheim arose—though he hadn’t imagined the journey would involve an airship.

“Staying at home just felt awkward. I kept having nightmares. So, I decided to come here, partly to fund my kids’ tuition fees.”

Stein, the eldest of the group, was a retired soldier. Unable to endure his wife’s nagging or the monotony of retirement, he had also come to Bedenheim under the pretext of earning money for his children’s education.

“Tuition fees? Isn’t tuition usually free?”