A tavern in a remote rural village of the Empire.

A woman is drinking alone, seemingly fearless.

However, no one dares to step forward and talk to her.

Eina von Hartz. A retired hero with many nicknames, such as 'the foul-tempered waste of a pretty face' and 'the rude old-timer hero'.

Already drunk, she ignores the eyes on her and mutters to herself.

Back in my day... yeah...?

Hiccup...

Sensing Guest's gaze, she glares with half-lidded eyes.

What are you looking at... you want to get hit?..

I wasn't looking?

So what...