A small town nestled in the mountains.

There's nothing special about it, it's an anonymous village.

My predecessor, my father, put the city together, and I succeeded him after his death.

It's just that.

But it was only then that this city became known as the city of Biden.

The peak is the mountain of death where monsters hoist.

Once upon a time, many sinners were laid to rest in the mound.

If you go back to the beginning, this town will be at its last boundary.

He who sends out sinners, and sees them, and keeps watch that no one returns.

This was the last place for those who weren't such sinners.

And someday there was a town in this land.

Those who go to the mountain ahead are sinners, and those who follow their course survive by creating small settlements while protecting themselves from monsters.

He is not an abominable opponent, but he is not so laid back as this city.

Even if it is not an opponent, if there is something that can only be obtained from it, it has been happening since when to get it.

I made deals with the demons living on the peak, and got monster fur and koji fabrics that were unavailable anywhere else in the town.

Then you can send it to the country that has the money and get the income.

However, fields and such only cultivate a small amount of land, far from being wealthy.

Because of such a land pattern, this land has not been targeted until now.

But what's the matter?

Recently, the situation has begun to change significantly.

People were beginning to flow in this place where only a handful of pedestrians used to come.

But is it also related to the fact that there were people who headed from the variant on the mausoleum to the Orient country?

The descendants of the former sinners, who were supposed to be hated, went to a small country and settled.

Many people made their way south to become mercenaries.

Now there are those who have come up the other way.

Apparently, they were also the ones who could be called sinners.

The sinners who occupied cities, cities, towns and villages in a group of small countries.

When they were overrun by the nations, they fled northward.

Most of them must have been defeated in the process.

However, even though it was only a few, it was still running away from life.

I still wish I could have lived a normal life with my heart again.

However, I once inhaled sweet juice, so I will never be able to return to a normal life again.

Until then, they have captured a city and taken money, things, and women from its inhabitants.

Doing heavy work farming every day and living in a tedious way.

These people, they can't do that again, they've been gathering around this town for some reason.

The crowds of crowds.

They were just sinners who had taken over the city, escaped from everywhere and joined up.

Therefore, not everyone is the organizer, just want to make this place their own, and not as a group to imagine a clear future for the future.

However, even in a small town that does not belong to any country, it is only driven by the foolish desire to live with ease.

So I had no choice but to resist.

It was pointless to raise your hands and surrender before being attacked.

I'm sure men will be killed or near, and women will have a miserable future ahead of them.

I can't even negotiate properly with a group that doesn't have a conciliator.

And it wasn't a good choice to fight normally.

Because even if we can defeat the crowd in front of us, it doesn't necessarily mean that the second and third people aren't coming.

There was a debate about how to deal with it.

But I have no choice but to get here.

Come on, this town must belong somewhere.

The situation would change if I had some shields behind me.

After all, even if we attack here, we're being targeted because we don't have an army to defend.

Who do you rely on in such a situation?

It was fast for us to come to a conclusion.

Rather, I had no choice.

Once upon a time, a boy ran through this land.

From the village of the demonic peak to the small country group, the wind and cloud children continue to play an active role.

Everyone thought of a boy named Alphonse Barca.

After all, he was just going to capture monsters and go to El Meralda in the winter.

Even when it snows early in the New Year like this, there is only power to come if you ask for help.

On the contrary, I could say that no one else could come in the winter to help me.

Besides, sometimes after you ask for help.

I don't know what you're asking for anymore.

Especially if you expect continued protection, you are likely to fall under the umbrella.

At that time, it is our lives that concern us.

But when I talk to the merchants who come here, I hear that his rule is very serene.

Because I've heard before that the Orient country is very easy to live in because of the boy and the exceptional beauty that was beside him.

"Well then, I guess it's all right, everyone." I'm going to ask Lord Alphonse Barca for help. "

And it shall come to pass, when they ask the chief men of this city, that all shall nod.

Anyway, I knew that no one else would come to help me if I asked for help, so there was no one to oppose it.

There are more sinners in front of them who are trying to come over with drooling, so I can't even say the longest thing.

Thus, we sent an urgent message, asking us to go through the people gathered near the city to the land of the Orients.

Then we were attacked immediately afterwards.

I defended it desperately, but the limit came quickly.

We're not that strong.

After all, even the bandits who were once near the town were asked to defeat them.

But this time, we fought as hard as we could.

And so hope came.

Perhaps the reinforcements arrived in a short period of time, as it seems that the message that ran so close to the limit had just arrived.

White beasts in armor and warriors wearing red armor came to the land.

From the leading cavalry among them, the arrows of momentum still arrive beyond the high wall.

It was shortly after I opened it and read it.

The ravages began.

The red and white cavalry instantly kicked the sinners against the city walls, and the white snowy landscape blossomed with bright red blood.