"Where... Where am I?"
The Seventh Prince felt as if his body had fallen apart, suffering unbearable pain, his abdomen, which initially had a horrific wound, now hastily bandaged.
He surveyed the inside of the hut, which could almost be described as bare walls and poverty-stricken.
"A small town at the foot of a mountain, called Desperation Town, not a very auspicious name, inhabited by hunters."
The middle-aged man with a beard carefully brought a half-bowl of water to the Seventh Prince, "Drink some warm water to warm your body first. How did you, a mere mortal, think of going to the Snow Mountain alone?"
"Encountered a Snow Beast, did you? That wound on your abdomen looks dreadful."
"..."
The Seventh Prince said nothing, merely took a sip of the hot water to moisten his lips.
Mortal?
