City of Dravenhold.
The capital.
The center of Alvah Dukedom.
That was where Raye was headed.
In short—
He was going straight into Alvah territory—the domain of the very family that had disowned him the moment he was transmigrated into this world!
'I don't know any of them personally.'
Raye thought to himself as he sat comfortably inside the carriage, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular.
He was, of course, referring to the Alvah Family.
There was no anger toward them.
No hatred.
Not even the slightest attachment.
To him, they were nothing more than strangers.
Not family.
Never were.
He doesn't even know them personally!
The only thing Raye knows about them—
'Is that Leon would definitely fight them.'
Why, you ask?
Because in the game—
'Leon had discovered the truth... That the Alvah Family had turned their backs on the poor commoners...'
That the slums—overflowing with suffering and despair—had been left to rot by those in power.
