In a tavern somewhere on the outskirts of Elet.
A man: "Ah, brawls are not how they used to be. I remember when once in Fantasme College..."
A man: "... some drunken dragon has demolished the whole joint."
The barman: "Ha ha, I've heard that story. Thank goodness they have a good insurer and they've renovated the establishment in a few days."
A man: "I wish I were wealthy... that insurer must be filthy rich..."
Daj: "Filthy rich, huh?"
Daj: "It looks like the fortune has smiled upon me today~"
One month later...
Daj: "Documents? Check. Pistols? Check."
Daj: "Everything in place. It's time to start the greatest scum"
Daj: "in the life of yours truly Daj Scope. In other words - mine."
Daj: "Anyone in there?"
Daj: "I've been sent to this outpost!"
Daj: "- Scoph."
Demachos (the cat): "The troops are out~"
Demachos: "I'm afraid you will have to catch up with them."
Daj: "But why the desert?!"