Empire History July 14, 1023.

Arriving at Lynx, Biru was visiting the mansion of Uncle Grinda's Borderline.

This is the second time that Biru has visited here. This time, it was a guest room on the ground floor that was guided.

All sides are surrounded by walls, and the windows on the west side overlook the northern district, where senior citizens live.

I can see the shadows and see that the evacuees are returning.

The city seems to be regaining some buzz with the passing of the war.

If you put your gaze back in the room, Biru is sitting on the couch where soft elasticity returns.

On the opposite side of the desk, sits the Glinda Border Uncle, who accumulates a fine beard, behind which stands Kurt von Termier, who was taken care of, the last time he visited.

He is usually an assistant to the Grinda Border Uncle, a butler who heads the mansion's servants.

"The station carriage to the Grand Empire…………"

And I said, "Grinda, the border uncle."

He smiles with a sip of the tea brought to him by his maid.

"I'll arrange it for you right away. When, are you planning to leave?

"I'd like to leave by the end of the day if possible......"

"Are you in such a hurry? I don't think it would be a problem to take a day off."

"Sometimes I want to hurry..."

You should stay a little further away from that woman.

If they're following us, there's a chance that the Grinda Border Uncle will be involved.

(... but that was a sign I've felt somewhere)

Looking at the contemplated face of Biru, Glinda Borderline Uncle narrows her eyes and looks like an explorer.

But when I immediately smiled, I smacked my hand small.

"Kurt. Bring me a pen and parchment."

"Certainly."

Kurt, thanking him, looks back through the door of the room in the hallway.

After thanking him again, he quietly closed the door and disappeared.

Glinda Border Uncle, who saw it through, began to fish for his nostalgia.

"Well... when I used the Express carriage, it would take me five days to reach Teito. You can't have nothing to drink or eat in the meantime."

One plain bag, Grinda Borderline Uncle put at his desk.

"Buy food and water with this."

"No, you can't go that far…………"

Tris is giving me a little money for this trip.

8 drats silver coins.

I can't say it's as luxurious as I can be, but it's still enough to cost me until I reach the Great Empire.

No matter how you look at the sachet that Uncle Grinda took out, you can see that it has more than a forehead.

In an attempt to politely refuse, Uncle Grinda's border clutched hands.

"No, no, you don't have to be shy. You have a lot to take care of, and most importantly, you saved my dear niece. I don't know if I can give it back, but can you take it?

Uncle Grinda has a gentle face, but praises her eyes for her firm intention not to give in.

If it's just going to be a push question, it looks like you should be sweet here in a favor.

"… Thank you very much."

Billy lowered his head and then put the sachet in his uniform pocket.

Uncle Grinda was looking at it with satisfaction.

"Besides, it's not a bad idea to take care of a lot of things while you're at it."

I got a rounded look at my lower heart, not like a nice gentleman.

Bilu smiles bitterly when he sees it.

"I will do my best to meet expectations."

"Ha, I'll wait in anticipation"

Kurt came back there. Place the pen, ink and parchment in front of the Grinda border uncle.

Feeling saggy and accustomed, Uncle Grinda borderline peels her pen.

"Give this to the station carriage station crew."

The ink is not dry, so they hand me the parchment as it is.

"They'll have the earliest carriage. Well, that may not be comfortable."

The roads run by station carriages are mainly managed by the state and are called imperial roads.

In addition to regular maintenance, rest stops are provided at regular intervals, where open-air merchants and others sell food and water.

It is preferred by the people as a safe journey, as the nearby fortifications constantly patrol the guards to avoid being attacked by bandits, monsters, etc.

"Be careful. I'm coming."

Dropped off by Grinda Borderline Uncle, Biru advances his foot toward the station.

The hot sun lights up the skin to burn, but the cool wind caresses the skin to soothe it.

On the way out of the mansion, I discovered a dragon that had sent me this far.

He seems to be hiding in the shade and cooling, so he leaves without speaking.

When I come back from the Great Empire, I have to use the power of the dragon again.

Until then, I need you to get some rest.

If you go down a long hill through an iron gate sandwiched by a white wall, it's the North End where senior citizens live.

From there we pass the lodging, turn the corner of the liquor store overflowing with the citizens who boil down to the victory the other day and head north.

If it falls out, the open place, the high fence surrounding the lawn, pops into my eyes.

Among them were dozens of successful horses raised for carriages.

A little away, there is a large station made of marutai with the roof painted red.

(Greater Empire... I guess it's different from a thousand years ago)

First great empire capital in 1000 years.

It was still called the Wang Capital back then, I look forward to seeing how it's changed.

Bilu felt his heart bounce with anticipation.

The territory of the Principality of Lichtein.

At the southernmost end there is a port town called Irnice.

Because of the abundance of seafood, the harbour town is busy with fishermen, but it also has a mixed atmosphere of slaughter.

The reason is that a ship with slaves from all over the world is coming to Irnice.

A short distance from the harbour where many slave ships dock, there is a coast where the fishermen dock and land.

In front of a berth set in the rocks, the fishermen who finished their work today had a dark face to dialogue with.

"I knew we shouldn't have a fight over the Grants Empire."

"Sure. The Duke's house is dead."

"If the Grand Empire has retaliated, this could be dangerous, even if it's the southernmost."

"The Duke is still trying to attack the Empire with his eldest son and his third son killed."

"You're an idiot. You have to die to know..."

There was a voice to interrupt the fishermen pessimistic about the future.

"Somebody! I need you to get him!

A fat man of good stature is sweating and running along the coast.

At the end of the man's gaze was a girl with brown skin.

The fishermen shook their heads sighing "again" as they shrugged their shoulders.

What a rare sight.

Because sold out slaves, downgraded citizens, and so on escape from slave traders occasionally.

The brown-skinned girl must have escaped the same way again.

"Do you want to catch me?

"The slave traders (those guys) are assholes. You're not giving me any money."

"Leave me alone, let's just have a drink and leave it for a tour."

"Well, you better get out of here."

A slave trader screamed as he tried to start betting.

"One, if you catch me, I'll give you 20 drutz silver coins! But don't let him get hurt!

The fishermen change their complexion.

"Okay, I'll catch you and buy you some booze."

"Your daughter-in-law is disappointed in your new clothes."

"Let's go get him anyway."

When each of the men spoke, they rushed out with us. Catch up with the girl within sight.

Familiar with the beach and moving quickly, the girl was quickly surrounded by three fishermen.

Says the girl as she grips her face with fear.

"Please... get out of my way."

"I'm sorry. This one's got a life ahead of it."

"I don't like it. If I grew up, I'd be beautiful."

A slave girl never welcomes an adult.

Mostly because they die without being able to tolerate a harsh life and welcoming adults.

Still, the treatment remains the same.

All you have to do is buy a slave, a new slave if you die.

"Ha... ha... Phew..., let the slaves take the trouble!

Frog-faced slaver finally caught up.

Grab the girl's hair unconstructively,

"Ahhh!

When I pushed him down to the beach, he stepped on his head.

The sandy beaches lit by sunlight are not barefoot.

Even the fishermen are now wearing sandals.

Everyone must be busted to see what happens if they push their faces there.

But it was impossible for a helpless girl to escape the heat when she was held back by a slave trader who would be five times more than she was.

"Ugh!?

"The next time you run, I'll kill you! Remember that!

"Come on, I told you not to hurt me, it was you......"

The fisherman stares at the slave trader with a frightened face.

"Huh, I don't mind. I don't know."

"That would be nice. I caught you, so give me a thank you."

One of the fishermen offers his hand.

A slave trader stretched out his garlic and mouth edges.

"I'm guessing there's no gratuity because I caught you, right?

"Oh, come on! I lied to you!

"Don't fool me. It was supposed to be about when you guys got caught."

"Just kidding!

"Stop!"

He was a fisherman who tried to grab him by the collar of a slave trader, but that didn't come true when his buddies stopped him.

"Here comes his mercenary."

A number of figures appeared on the rocks in the direction of the slave trader's arrival.

mercenaries who would have been hired by him, the number being seven.

He has weapons such as axes, swords and spears in his hands, and he wears light armor with rusty spots.

Seeing a fisherman whose anger had subsided, the slave trader looked victorious.

"What happened to your prestige earlier? Hmm?"

Slave traders have many occasions to solve with their work patterns, violence.

With the exception of some, most slave traders employed mercenaries.

"Damn......"

The fisherman who tried to grab him looked at his teeth regrettably.

Mercenaries with a fighting atmosphere intimidate fishermen from behind slave traders.

Among them, a man with potentially overpriced armor looked at the fishermen in turn before laughing.

Then he glances at the girl who can step on her head and speaks to the slave trader.

"Looks like you caught a runaway slave."

"Yeah, if you chased him, he wouldn't have gotten involved with every fisherman."

"Come on, we're supposed to have a husband's escort at work. Chasing slaves is out of contract."

"That's why you don't like it. I won't do anything but what's written in the contract."

"That's why you came to work like you promised."

"What?"

Ignoring a slave trader with a suspicious face, the mercenary skipped a sharp gaze at the three fishermen.

"I guess I should just kill these fine fishermen with this body?

A fisherman blued his face at once, but a slave trader slapped the mercenary on the shoulder and stopped him.

"Don't be an idiot. How much do you think it would cost to kill three people? I don't mind if I cut your rewards."

"Don't say that. Nothing has gone wrong so far. To be honest, I'm clapping it out. Keep it up and you'll lose your arm."

A mercenary with a thick arm around the neck of a slave trader makes a nibble and a laugh.

"You want these busy people to die, don't you?

"That is…… yes, but"

"Your reputation for being licked by civilians could be an obstacle to your future work, right? Let's kill this place."

"……… Hmm."

"Besides, Irnice's soldiers are not very enthusiastic about their work. He'll miss it if he grabs a fortune."

"……… instead, let me entertain you?

"Ha ha, you like your husband too. Leave it to me. Where do you want me to slash you off from?

"It's from your arm."

And, a slave trader said, the mercenary pulled out the sword he was raising on his hips.

The other mercenaries hold their own gains at the same time.

"That's why it was requested by the client. Shall I get your arm?"

"You're kidding me!

When one of the fishermen cried out, a much larger shadow appeared from behind it.

"Ah?"

The mercenaries shouted and the fishermen seemed to notice, looking back for a moment.

"Come on..."

"Hey, get out of the way"

Pushing at a fisherman who spoke out of his mind, the mercenary approached the big man who was suddenly revealed.

"What is it, man?

'............ Hmm. Poor body. A human race?

The big man who showed up was still taller than a mercenary and took the form of looking up.

"What are you talking about? What word is that?

"It's still here - Soleil."

He raised his forehead depressingly, as if the man would distract the heat.

A small crystal of purple appeared and reflected in the light of the sun.

"The Central Continent was dominated by Grants."

"……… hey, big fat ass, are you listening"

'I'm sorry. Now what do you say? Does it go through?'

The big man pronounced it in strong Grants.

"Are you really an imperial person?"

"Do I look like a human being?

The mercenary frowned and observed the man, slightly pulling his mouth.

"…… No way."

Light purple skin, a race with a more privileged body than humans.

Answer derived from a small crystal of purple embedded in the forehead.

"Is it the Demon Clan (Zorosta)!?

'You're right. People (Human)'

"What is it!?

It was the slave trader who gave the surprise voice.

"Hey, I'm gonna triple your reward, so get this guy!

A thousand years ago, the country of the demons (Zorosta) was sweeping the central continent.

To counter the demonic (Zorosta), which is expanding its sphere of power, the four-state coalition of people (Human), dwarves (Dwarves), ear elders (Arves) and beasts (Anslo) succeeds in destroying the demonic kingdom after intense battles.

But the country was doomed, but it did not come true to eradicate the blood of the demons.

They are told that after the war they crossed to the archipelago Ambición, south of the central continent, in order to escape persecution.

Because it is not allowed to enter the wild sea there, there is no way to determine if it is true now.

However, not all demons have crossed to the South Islands, and there are some remaining demons (Zorostas) on the Central Continent.

"The Empire is protecting us now. I don't even quite make it to the slave market. They're like thin, bloody squeezed cunts, suspicious as to whether or not they can be called demons even if they come out. From what I've seen, it looks like the blood of the Demon Clan (Zorosta) is thick. Sell it as a slave and you won't get a thousand bucks!

There is a country called the Kingdom of Leveling to the northeast of the Grand Empire of Grants.

A demonic (Zorosta) country founded to save its compatriots from persecution, but now the Grants Great Empire had nationalized the leveling kingdom in the name of protection.

"Husband, if you know what I mean, three times is too little. This guy could be a pureblood who's never had sex with another race. I'll take five times that."

Before I finished, the mercenary's torso turned into two pieces.

Guttural organs scattered all over the sandy beach, and deafening noises shake the eardrums of humans.

"Hit" and a small scream pops out of the fishermen's throats.

The big man had a sword in his hand.

"Not at all... slaves, money, whatever you want, it's no different in every country. They don't even know what the difference is. You think they can get me?

"Or head!?

"Eh!"

Seeing their companions killed, the other mercenaries are attacked by the big man with their own gains.

In one swing, the bodies of three mercenaries blew up, sprinkling the built-in on the beach and dying.

When the three remaining mercenaries saw it, they turned their backs to see if they realized they were no match.

"Oh, hey, wait! Don't you guys need a reward!?

A slave trader shouted at the back of a mercenary running down the beach.

"Life is more than money! Can you deal with such a monster!

"Hey, are you still mercenaries!?

"I won't let you get away with it."

The big man slaps his hand on one knee on the beach.

The sand rose and the mercenaries' feet tangled up and let them fall.

"Guhhhhhh!?

"What!?

"Something on my leg..."

Zudon - and the dust rises in front of the fallen mercenaries.

A great sword ripped the dust and slashed the heads of two mercenaries.

Bitter blood dyes the beach red.

"Human beings are... really weak."

"Hiiiiiiiiii!?

The big man stepped on the head of the last mercenary.

"Yes, someone! I need your help!

The fishermen flee, but the demons do not chase them.

Stepping on the mercenary's body, the demon clan with the sword on its back walked over to the slave trader.

"Let's give these guys 10 times their reward. Become a mercenary to the eagle!?

A disgusting face was covered in the hands of a big man, and the foot of a slave trader floated in the universe.

Under its feet is a brown-skinned girl. Her face is turning bright red and she is losing her mind.

Having glimpsed it, the demons turned their cold eyes to the suffering slave traders.

"... you're an irremediable fool"

"Ohhhhhh!?

Blood erupted from the eyes, nose, mouth, ears and every hole of the slave trader.

Even if the blood that flew through the gap between his fingers fell on his face, the complexion of the Demon clan would not change.

The demon clan wandered the slave trader's nostalgia and threw it away when he took out some sachets.

When you kneel beside a brown-skinned girl,

"It would be nice to start again with 1"

He touched his red, swollen cheeks as if to labor, and the big man held up the girl as if to be merciful.

'It's a life I lost once. It's not a bad idea to try here to see how far my powers work.'

The demon clan with the girl began walking on the beach without a scratch.

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