Fate pushed me back to the ancient times thousands of years ago in the book. People were longing for solace in the turmoil, and I opened a tavern with despair for the end and hope for rebirth.
The pub is located in the bustling capital. It looks simple and low-key, but it exudes a different kind of charm when night falls. I use the knowledge of the apocalypse and modern techniques to brew wine that is unique in the world.
There are all kinds of regular customers in the tavern. There are knights with special skills who spend a lot of money for a glass of wine; there are down-and-out literati who recite poems and write poems here.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
