Riding along this seldom-trodden dirt path on top of his horse, a young man with somewhat fancy attire—particularly so for his intended destination—was somehow without signs of wear or fatigue. Though the region he was travelling to, Avici, was among the least hospitable areas of Tsukran, the blonde-haired man didn't seem troubled by that least. Rather than that, the state of his own horse and the contents of his own pockets were what weighed more heavily on his mind. There were hardly any positions that could be considered 'worse' than this, all things considered. Or, well, given the situation, at the very least.

"Ah... I should've expected as much from this..."

With a sigh, Dengran shook his head as he turned to look behind him, lightly grasping the reins of the horse he was riding as he did so. Unlike the other Demon King candidates, he had no real 'history' or 'connections' with people. If anything, finding a traveling companion—another demon whose build towered far above his own—was a miracle in and of itself. To find someone willing to come here in the first place made him wonder for a moment what sort of circumstances had led to that in the first place, but he wasn't one to pry. Unlike the others who seemed to live and die by their political scheming, Dengran was content to just let sleeping dogs lie. But even disregarding that fact, there were still bigger problems at hand. More than anything else, though...

"I just wish they'd have given me more money. Avici, I can accept, but I can't import or hire anything like this."

With that complaint out of the way, though, the young man glanced at the small town in the distance. It was a far cry from the capital, of course; if anything, it reminded him more of his hometown.

Once he had arrived at the town's gates Dengran simply dismounted and looked around. There was a single guard standing at the entrance, who himself didn't seem to be fairly experienced at all.

"So. This is the hand I've been dealt, then. No matter," he said, shrugging his shoulders as he reached inside of his coat and pulled out a single badge—the insignia of the demon king.

"My name is Dengran Minsau, and I've been given provisionary leadership of this land; this is my companion, Violette. I trust you and everyone else in this town has been informed of the matter?" he asked, to which the guard—a relatively meek-looking goblin—gave a quick nod before moving aside. With a nod, Dengran casually tossed the guard a single silver coin and continued into the town. If anything, he needed to get a feel for how large it was and knowledge of any other things like population and food supply. As far as he knew, this town—Kival—was the largest one in Avici, but by the size of things it felt no greater than half a district in the capital.

"This should be workable as a starting position. This place is a frontier, though, so I'm not entirely sure what to expect. Especially with there being no real peacekeeping force here. Either everyone here is truly that lax, or... Well, I guess I'll find out sooner or later. What of you, then? Is there anywhere in particular that you're travelling to? I need to familiarize myself with the town one way or another, after all," he commented, glancing back at Violette as he continued to lead his horse on foot.

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