Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

"Light... heal..."

Georg tried to recover from light magic, chanting, to the girl he held in his arms.

The magic of this world is, so to speak, the eventualization of imagination. Correct chanting and the like do not exist, but are emitted to express the image within you more concretely and to give that image to magic. For example, if you imagine making a spear out of flames, say, "Be a spear, O flame".

Georg can automatically analyze and exercise the best solution for what he wants to eventualize without chanting, but if he wants to exercise more powerful magic by giving it a stronger image there, chanting is still the surest and most efficient.

For that reason, I also exercised chanting this time, because I wanted to help this girl, even if I did my best.

"Hey... what are you..."

"Shut up, shut up"

Drinking a bewildered looking villager and silencing him, he even concentrates on his recovery.

And a few moments later, the effect appeared. That's intense, too.

The tail, which had also lost its ugly, thousand-slice luster, was so painful that it could not bear to see it, that the moles all over her body, even the ancient wounds, which were not those of yesterday, disappeared or resurrected beautifully, and now there was a beautiful tiger tribe girl in Georg's arms.

"Good....................."

I relieved myself from the bottom of my heart. No matter how powerful this is, I was half-hearted to be able to recover even what I lost, which is why it is a chant.

Until earlier, the girl, who had only a fine breath, now rests in peace and is held by Georg.

"It's a miracle..."

"This is... Dragnil's...?

"Are all legends true..."

I can gleefully feel my voice about to be roughed up again by an out of place voice from the side. To keep this girl awake.

"I want to ask you guys something, I don't need words other than that answer, I won't allow you to say anything, if you're going to get rid of a joke, don't think about lining up lies and overriding this place, who's going to let you live as one then, okay?

When I said that quietly, but with a voice that made me feel certain anger, I could see that everyone in the village breathed in unison. Perhaps you must have felt fear at the instinctive level. Dragnil, who had spent a few days together and was somewhat of a relief, was not there.

The villagers were nothing more than just snorting in silence.

At the end of the interrogation and questioning of the villagers, the night was already much longer. Georg, as always, has a tiger tribe girl in his arms. She doesn't have a name.

To sum up what I have heard, it seems that for humans, beastmen are this country, rather than being treated at least on this continent as a form of livestock. Why did it happen when most people have the intelligence of a crowd as a matter of course, and the power is better than people's? It is said to be a consequence of scandal, which is not said to be a small number.

It has naturally not been found that the exact population along with humans, beasts, etc., but at least nowadays the beasts will not be less than a hundredth of humans, to the extent that even in a large city of 100,000 people, nobility, luxury, or extravaganza with lots of farmland bought it and raised it and said whether there were a hundred beasts together who would treat it like slaves. A settlement made up of beastmen alone was attacked by a bunch of humans in the last century, and now few exist, and the few beastmen also live a life threatened by humans every day.

Why did you reduce the number so much, it has the teaching that, in a religion called the most flourishing Halmites of this continent, beastmen are symbols of sin created by mistakes between men and beasts, which produced so much oppression and discrimination that they decaded beastmen so far. Halmitism is a religion born when wars are spreading across the continent, said to have been of interest to Saint Halmit, who continued to preach war and love and peace, and Georg laughed with his nose when he heard it. Because it is a joke that some species are about to be destroyed because of those who have made peace and love.

And then he was told a story that he couldn't stand hearing similarly, and Georg finally, made up his mind.

< Let us make a kingdom like the Paradise of the Beastman, where this kingdom, nay, all the beastmen of the continent, gather together. No, there's no need to confine ourselves to the Beast Man, a gathering country of all races that man calls and despises the Subman. I'll finish the world where only humans can sing... >

That wouldn't be easy, for example, if you had the power to do it. Where to base it, how to make it prosper there, how to increase the population, and how to make the humans' perceptions change.

The problem is the pile. Regardless, there are many things you can do to solve it on your own. But it is also true that there are things that cannot be done by one's own power alone.

But I don't have much time to worry about it either. While we're doing this, there are people who are about to be killed by irrational forces somewhere.

"Mmmm... kufu..."

The girl in her arms slightly wanders and gives her a breath of sleep.

"... let's do it. Anyway, it's a long, wasted life, 100 years, 200 years, I'll give it to you."

Maybe this is just proprietary. It could be an act of taking away those whom man treats as property. But even if I know, I can't do it if I say I can or can't accept it. Take possession from the humans with all your might, it may be the same act as the humans who are now depriving the beasts of their rights. But still.

< Even a girl like this is bored and suffers without even being allowed to resist. What is common sense, forgivable... >

Resolve again and stroke the girl.

Smiling gently, stroking the girl's head as merciful, its appearance was like siblings, even parents and children......