In the dimly lit tavern in Gresit, the air was thick with smoke and spilled ale. The walls, adorned with faded tapestries and hunting trophies, lent the place a rustic charm, though it was clear the establishment had seen better days. The patrons, a mix of grizzled hunters and weary travelers, huddled around rickety wooden tables, their voices a low murmur beneath the crackling fire in the hearth.

The people of Wallachia hated the Belmonts, excommunicated by the church for being "evil." As the last son of the famous monster-hunting family, he tried to keep a low profile, but that was difficult with the huge Belmont family crest emblazoned on his shirt.

Some men at the bar were loudly berating the Belmonts, their slurred words blending into the background noise. The bartender, a stern woman with a no-nonsense attitude, was just doing her job as usual, refilling mugs and wiping down the counter.

Unfortunately for him, a few of the men figured out that he was a Belmont, and a fight broke out in the tavern. Despite being a skilled fighter, he was wasted, making his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. The regular patrons, including Sypha and Alucard at a table in the corner, watched with mild interest, knowing he could handle himself.

As one of the men was about to hit him with a chair, a deafening BOOM! echoed through the room. All attention turned to the bartender, her firearm held firmly in her hand as she glared at the brawlers.

"No one fights in my fucking bar. Either sit and drink like the drunks you are, or get out! Decide fast and don't piss me off," she said sternly, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

The men exchanged nervous glances before deciding it was best to heed her warning. With a few grumbles, they backed down, returning to their drinks and sulking in silence. The bartender, satisfied that order had been restored, holstered her gun and resumed her work, casting one last warning glance at the troublemakers.

Sypha and Alucard shared a knowing look, amused by the drama.