"The attendants went to the battlefield too?" Lumier looked at him in surprise, "I always thought—"
"Him?" The bartender glanced at the young man who was shouting loudly, curled his lips, and said, "He's just a helper who feeds the Griffins, and all the stories he tells are taken from others... But I have to say, this guy is an honest fellow, he didn't lie."
Lumier nodded, with a look of admiration on his face, and said.
"General Hamoldon is really impressive... When I came in from the port, I glanced at the northern mountains, and I simply can't imagine how he managed to take back that prominent fortress from the hands of Hell."
The bartender's mouth curled into a proud smile.
"Indeed, not just you, even we who've lived half our lives in Seldo Port feel the same way, with Hell's artillery positioned above our heads, we were surely doomed, nothing less than the end of the world. But sometimes you have to believe, Saint Sis is watching us."