Heavenly Castle

Azito is the corner of the ghetto. It looked almost like an abandoned building.

It's a two-story building with about half a stone and wood, and I guess it was originally used as a home by those who were quite wealthy to see old furniture.

Now they're using it sneakingly as an adjutant to the resistance, and the windows are stuck with boards so they can't see inside. It would have been dark by nature, but some oil lamps were illuminating the dimly lit indoors to ensure considerable brightness.

"No, you should also be an example of a good old aristocrat."

"Really."

"If everyone was like Lord Tyki, this country must have been much better too"

That's what they say, and I sit in a chair with a loving laugh in the name of bitter laughter.

He was put in the back room, surrounded by fifteen resistance members who were in Asia, and sat in a chair.

Apparently, the old man called Ray was very vocal inside, and we were quickly accepted.

"I mean, just being born different, Lord Tyki said that kings and nobles are all the same people!

"Ooh..."

"Such..."

Richt has been talking for a long time, as if he were an election speech, but because all the content is my praise, all I can do is feel uncomfortable and embarrassed.

"If a nobleman like Lord Tyke is on his side..."

"Oh. You won the same thing."

I can even hear such mysterious conversations. What the hell do you mean you will win?

When I kept quiet without knowing what a good answer was, one middle-aged man came forward.

"... Dear Tyki. Please lend us your wisdom. How can we reduce slavery? There will be no choice but to punish those who have committed crimes. But sometimes people in countries that have lost wars or poor villages without self-defense are forced to be enslaved. Isn't this a lot?"

When a man complains that way, everyone's gaze turns to us again.

No, no, no, no, you don't know how to answer such a heavy question, do you?

That's what I thought, but I can't say I don't know in front of everyone, etc. I mean, it's not an atmosphere I can say.

"... right..."

Close your eyes while pretending to think calmly. There are all sorts of things going around in my head and I can't wrap them up.

Do you assault slave traders and take slaves? No, not even as such a bandit.

Then stop wars around the world to get rid of war slaves. No, that's impossible.

"... how are slaves sold"

First, prisoners of war, debt slaves and criminal slaves become, in a sense, official slaves everywhere.

Later, they will be those who are forced into slavery by Kata, and those who are in the hunt for slavery and are illegally enslaved, as they were when the Maires were.

This one, I suppose, can be freed because he is an illegal slave, but does the question mean that it is difficult to determine who is such an existence?

"... when it comes to this country, the slaves will always be confirmed by the royal family."

If it's good to suppress one place, maybe we can do something about it.

That's what I thought, I unconsciously concluded.

"... do you want to go see the king of this country"

The one word was powerful enough to stop the time on the field.

"Ha, Master Tyki?

"Have you seen the king?

"Is that possible...?

I hear voices containing whispers and confusion.

"No, for now, I thought it might be a dialogue... say it in words, and if it doesn't work, I'll figure out a different way. Oh, it's okay. I'll never tell you about this place."

When I said that, everyone nodded in confusion.

When we left Azito, we headed back out of the city with Richter's guidance.

And when he returned to Leticia, Leticia turned her eyes round when she heard the upside of the matter.

"... directly to His Majesty the King, is it? That's another great story... Sorry, what an answer..."

To the confused Leticia, I shook my head left and right with a bitter smile.

"I'm just going to say it. It won't work in the end. Anyway, it's the biggest industry in the country, and I'm sure you won't pinch your mouth first."

"... I think it's hard to just say that..."

Leticia shrugged so with a frightened face.