"Have you heard?"
"Hm? Heard what?"
"Tsk! You're so clueless! I mean, the news about His Majesty the Emperor's illness!"
"Oh! I've heard! That's absolutely crazy! I never expected His Majesty to fall ill. And I heard he's in a coma, too, right?"
"That's right. Tch! This is terrible news. I just hope this doesn't affect my food rations or my family's."
That conversation was taking place at table number seven. But they weren't the only ones. People at the other tables were discussing the same issue.
A handsome man with black hair sat at table number twenty-eight, eating leisurely as he listened to the conversations around him.
"That old man fell ill?"
His eyebrows rose slightly.
Nolan hadn't expected to hear news like this after returning from Earth.
He took a sip of his beer and focused his attention on the conversations around him.
A few minutes later, he finally understood what had happened. The news of Ragan's illness had come three days ago.
