Another sunny day continues in the town, everyone is busy with their own business. Everyone turns their heads to the entrance of the town for a moment with the loud sound of hoofbeats. The ones who have arrived are Prince Chan and his soldiers.

They are aware that this is a tax collection and the worst part is that no one has enough gold to pay the taxes.

Chan, riding his horse in the lead, pulls the saddle at the center point of the town. The horse rears up slightly and stops neighing. Chan, who looks at the tense townspeople around him with a stern look, grins slightly and speaks in a cocky tone so that everyone can hear.

Well, I guess no one is happy to see me these days.