Chaos ensues!
This is the current state of Panshi Town, but Dante had heard from some traveling merchants and the occasional minstrel visiting the town that other places weren't much better off than their small town.
Those big cities are no exception, with equally terrifying evils haunting them, and the nobles have suffered disasters, not escaping unscathed.
"Oh Sun!"
Dante looked up at the sky somewhat numbly, braving the fierce cold wind, and slipped into the small house that seemed decent but was just as drafty as his clothes.
This was the only property left to him by his mysteriously vanished parents, giving him a place to stay in the town. Yet even so, Dante's days had become increasingly difficult all because the Lord ruthlessly enforced a tax on firewood without regard for their lives.
"If I ever starve to death and turn into an evil ghost, I'll surely kill that damned pig!"
