Civilization Game

A few more days.

A small rural area in the territory of United. It was a place that wasn't known to people that wasn't even labeled on some maps, but there was something special here. It was the place where the slave market was held. On certain days, merchants and repudiations from different countries, as well as nobles from famous continents, used to visit here.

"Just in time."

Clark steps off the wagon, muttering.

"Here, take your things. If you get a whip, it will be worth it."

"Yes! Merchant!"

After leaving the servants to deal with the slavery, Clark snorts and heads to the waiting room.

The sale of slavery here was mainly auctioned, with three stages running at once. Clark scatters rumors that Elves and Fairies will appear before the auction. Maybe this time, you'll be able to live a lifetime without having to work. The value of the two factions was enormous.

"Heheheh. I knew life was one thing. ’

Strange intruders interfered at the end, but it was resolved well. It didn't matter if Ralph's side was hurt by them. If you sell the fairies you brought, they'll bring in a lot of money.

Clark enters the building behind the auction stage. In the dark room with dark lights, there were all kinds of slaves waiting for their turn to be sold. Slaves and monsters to be sold as workers were restrained from the walls, and women to be sold as castle trinkets sat on the floor with their hands tied, wrapped around a piece of shining cloth.

‘Orcs, Human women, Dwarves, the rarest of them all are Demibeasts. ’

Clark snorts. Nothing was better than his own. I was sure that the protagonist on this stage would definitely be me.

"Mr. Clark! It's been a long time."

The manager with the documents greets you with a smile.

"Yes, it's been a long time."

"I hear this is a great product."

The manager asks, sparkling eyes.

"Hahaha! Yes. You can expect it."

"Come on, come on, come to the waiting room. Soon it will be Clark's turn."

"Hmm? Already? I seem to remember a few more times in front of me."

"All the previous appointments were canceled because of what happened."

He frowns and scratches his head in distress.

"So Clark should be ready right away."

"Is it? It doesn't matter."

Clark enters the waiting room backstage and hangs on a chair. Although it was okay to use the moderator of this facility, Clark preferred that I personally lead the auction.

After waiting a while, the Merchant Guild Member came to let me know that the slaves were all ready. Clark nods satisfactorily and relaxes his neck.

"Clark! The crowd is waiting. Come up!"

"Oh, right."

His turn has finally come. Clark comes out of the waiting room with no tension. You see a black curtain and surrounded by elves and fairies for him to sell this time. I heard the host's voice behind the curtain.

"Here we go, ladies and gentlemen! You've waited a long time! Let's start with today's highlights of the auction! I would like to escort Mr. Clark to the Hartor Council!"

As soon as his name is mentioned, Clark walks tall with his curtains bent.

"Hello? I'm Clark..."

He could not connect the words.

It was always a stage to be filled with a crowd of ten thousand won, but few people were there. It was all the rare people sitting in black suits and dark furs. The atmosphere, the air, was different than usual. What do they say while proudly twisting and spreading their legs? You stare at Clark with your face.

They were not spectators.

‘What the...! ’

At that moment, Clark's gaze was directed at the woman in the suit, sitting in the front seat. I saw big hair, protruding chin, and makeup. Clark nearly sat down with his legs loosened.

‘… S, Ska Pacino! Why is the mafia here? ’

"Long time no see, Clark."

Ska Pacino Hoho! A smile echoes blindly.

"Damn it!"

Clark tries to run backstage, but the curtain drops and the men in suits block him. The next moderator was trembling with a terrified face. He also seems to have been threatened and dragged in Clark.

"Oh my! Where are you going to go for a tearful reunion?"

She grins. My chin wrinkles, which I couldn't cover with makeup, fluttered like they were alive.

"S, Ska Pacino! Why are you here? Surely the godfather Martin is dead and all the mafia are locked up in the dungeons of Underhaim...."

"Whoever blew up the organization's money is chasing it to the end of hell. That's the mafia."

She gets up from her seat and slowly steps onto the stage. Again, again. The sound of the shoes echoes.

"You've done so much while we've been hiding our roots. Forging the will of the godfather to take over all our customers and take it to our Mafia's place of business. It was swollen even when it was swollen!"

"Wait a minute, Ska Pacino! There's been a misunderstanding!"

Ska Pacino walks up and extends her chubby fingers. Grrr! Your fingernails are as long as a blade, reaching Clark's neck. A lump of blood flows down your neck.

"Do you know the rules of the Mafia? Clark."

"Khh, khhh! Stop it!"

I can feel it getting stronger on the sharp day on my neck.

"The crimes of impersonating the Goddess cannot be washed away. Stop dying……."

"I told you not to kill me."

Puck!

Ska Pacino, who was beaten in the back, loses focus and shakes his head. She looks back, her eyes wide open as if a vein of blood was spurting out.

"How dare someone...!"

"It's me."

The mafia's waist bows as one. Ska Pacino's eyes were also rolling. Lord stood with his hands on his waist.

"Oh, the scarlet scarlet! Your Majesty! There you are!"

Ska Pacino steps back and squeezes her waist. Clark is startled. That man was definitely the young adventurer I met at the root. But who the hell is this cruel Sky Pacino anyway?

"... Who are you?"

Clark asked.

"Your men asked me the same question."

Lord smiles bitterly. A shadow falls over Clark's face.

"…… Ralph thought it was strange that there was no reply, but it was you, too!"

Phew!

Clark grunts! He makes a ruckus on the ground. Ska Pacino blew him up next to the supreme heretic. Her rough kick continues over the fallen body.

"Dare you! I know who this is! You! Are you? No arrogance, soldier!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A sharp arch stabs him in the corners of his body and Clark screams in agony.

"Y-yeah, stop! Cough!"

"…… Hey, Ska Pacino."

Lord sighs.

"That doesn't make your treatment any better."

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! I, I was just out of pure loyalty......"

She grips her legs with an expressionless expression. Clark looks up at the road in blood.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Rod Polentia."

"... Hehe."

Clark drops his head. The king of Abyss was a man of action and should not have been dismissed. Ruling as the dark man of the continent and the king of the backworld. It was once said to be the puppet of the godfather, but now it was a reality that destroyed the mafia and took control of the force.

The Mafia boy brings out the slaves Clark has acquired. When the restraints were lifted, the elves looked puzzled, and the fairies swirled around the sky laughing.

"Brother Rod."

Chielo, who was leading the slaves backstage, said with a stiff face.

"Nothing."

"Huh?"

"Tia Grandinet isn't here."

"…… What?"

The road's gaze shifts toward Clark.

"Aha, you were the target of her."

Clark staggers and raises his torso.

"Tell me. Where's Tia?"

"Sorry, she's already sold."

That said, Lord's eyebrows twitched.

Chang! The Mafia pulls the dagger up and aims at Clark, just as the mafia reacted to Lord's will.

"Explain it correctly."

Lord said coldly.

"... Khh, what would you hide in a yard like this? It's true. I'm a profiteering merchant. I sold her to those who seemed to be worth the most. I didn't have to bring him to the slave market."

Chiello walks to the side of the road and lays his hands on his waist.

"So, who did you sell it to?"

"Elves."

"……!"

Lord and Chielo exchange their eyes.

"You didn't know her at all. Why would I have been lurking in the root for so long?"

Clark wipes the blood from his mouth with his sleeve.

"Tia Grandine was the leader of the rebels who led the World Water Liberation War. She's not an Elf……."

In silence, Clark's voice rings straight.

"Tia Grandine, ruler of all fairies, is the Fairy Queen."

*

At one time, Wigdrasil was a place where various species lived together, including humans baptized by Elves, Dark Elves, Fairies, Pixies, and Elves, as well as half-Elves born of them. Their peace seemed to last forever.

Then one day, a hardened elf with pure bloodline ideology ascended to the position of the next king of Alvehem. He was a tight-knit figure with pride and dominance over the Elves. His crooked emotions gradually begin to develop into hatred and anger toward other races. They left a dirty footprint in the water of the world, advocating for humans who defaced the water of the world to build houses and make things, and all their actions were regarded as thoughtful. Why do people who are not from the forest stay here?

Upon his seat as king, he insisted that the Elves, a member of the forest, should be promoted to the First Nation as part of the puritanicism, and tried to pass such legislation. Of course, the other factions rebelled.

They began to fight systematically against the king's bombs. The furious king incited the other Elves to join forces and drive our Elves out of the world's waters. He also raised his voice that the only people left in the water of the world should be the true clan of the forest, the Elves.

That deepens the feud between the elves and the rest of the species. Of course, there were still many warmhearted Elves, but there was a decisive reason for them to split apart. It was when the hardened elves recently framed Wigdrasil for the withering of another race.

The complaint eventually exploded, and the king was forced to pass legislation. The rest of the species, except for the Elves, join forces under the pretext of resisting the tyrants. That's how the First World War began.

There was a big difference between the two armies here. The armies of other factions were allies, different commanders, different command systems, and different tendencies and ideas about war. Elves, on the other hand, rallied against them, and ultimately won the war. With heavy casualties, the Allied forces have been forcibly disbanded.

The cost of defeat was great. Furious elves have thoroughly suppressed the other factions who did not participate in the war, and the king has stepped in their expulsion.

And at this point,

Tia has emerged as a new Fairy Queen instead of a fleet killed in the World Water War.

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Once you've thrown it out, you take it out of the trash and you put it back in the recycling bin.

I'll probably get some rest tomorrow.

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- Have fun. - But the clans are still clinging to the back alley.

In the mornings and evenings.

Altenia/Actually, the naming motif is a one-piece… Haha!

Xedrions/Once upon a time, the Hearth, the Sonodeck flutters.

Speedwagon/blah blah blah blah You've gotten used to Abbis blah blah blah

Digimon0002

SWSWSW/King of the Hiro! I'm not exactly your childhood friend...! Mother-daughter relationship.

- Action. - Good. The Trinity of Combat Information Utilities!

- I'm 914. - Yeah. Elven slaves get a bonus...

Sexy Power/Mafia crime syndicate was also a clan member.