"Ha… Ha…" A nine-year-old boy was breathing out loud, trying to get a bit of warmth from his own breath. His eyes were already filled with despair.
When he looked to the side, he wasn't the only one who had this problem. There were so many people sitting in front of a building, not having anything to warm themselves up.
In fact, even the buildings might have no owner or that their owner had died. The area looked impoverished to the point where it wouldn't be weird for it to be called a slum. The main problem was that this was the main city of a noble and this place used to be a plaza where a lot of people smiled.
In just a short period, the city had been devastated. The lord didn't even care about the state of the city.
"Hey. Did you hear that? The lord was found murdered!"
"Really? Serve him right. If not for him, this city wouldn't have looked like this."
"Who killed him?"
"I don't know, but there are some rumors that his son was the one responsible for his murder."
