Kenzo clutched his head and banged it against the table.1

Gnomes nearby tilted their heads curiously at his behavior.0

“Hey, young man.” A muscular gnome with a stocky stature approached him. His face betrayed his age despite his robust physique. “I don’t know what kind of problems you have, but…”0

He placed a huge glass of beer in front of Kenzo. It was custom-sized and was much larger than what was given to gnomes. The muscular gnome also had a custom-sized glass in his hand that looked far too big for his height. “…I will buy you a drink.”0

“…Thank you.”0

Kenzo was currently at a bar in Quantes.0

Unlike most rowdy pubs, this bar near his lodging was filled with men quietly drinking under the dim lights.0

The two downed their beers at the same time.0

“So, can you tell me about your problems? Only if you are comfortable though.”0

Kenzo looked at him. The gnome looked as if he had experienced all sorts of hardships in life with his wrinkled face and deep eyes.0

Kenzo felt strange looking at him. He never had an experience like this in reality. He was accustomed to office workers staggering in the streets after drinking their pain away, old men loudly talking about their past, and indifferent pedestrians walking past people passed out on the streets. It was a bleak age where if someone approached a concerned-looking young man at...2