Kingdom of Arcana, the four great nobles, Disuia.
If Bathrub and Sopede are the famous houses of Takemen, and Caputo is the law and religion, Disya is the merchant.
A fifth of the nation is this disearch territory, but not all of the disearches are so extreme on boulders.
There are regular fishing ports in Disuia, and fields usually exist, if not along the coast.
Within the kingdom of Arcana it is notorious Disya, but also has a great reputation for being exaggerated by boulders.
I'm from Disya.
From other origins when you name it, it even seems like a wolf in sheep's skin.
That is a sort of routine, and Disuir humans cut right back too.
No, no, I don't care if I say dis 'yer, it's more in the country.
If you say so, well, everyone will be convinced that it will be.
Nor is the royal territory all as prosperous as the king's capital.
Neither Bathrub nor Soped are all soldiers.
There are no facilities anywhere in Caputo where you can get free spell treatment.
If so, everyone is convinced that Disya is as well.
And those from Disuilla know the D.C. well.
That is what everyone understands, a reality that is not exaggerated in any way.
That is why it is even more repellent than the inhabitants of other regions.
That's hell. Even in paradise for the rich, the poor should not enter if their lives are spared.
It's just a fact, it's just a reality.
There are no monsters or demons there, there's just a hell of a bunch of bad guys jumping around.
of an animal called a human, there is vice.
Good is good, not evil.
I see, maybe so.
Humans should choose good things and should turn away from things they shouldn't.
That's what it is, too.
But do not show any sympathy for what sets foot in the special district of Disuia.
Retaining them is a waste of effort, and pitying them is a waste of time.
Why?
That would, in the first place, be an issue that goes further back than the definition of good and evil.
The Disuilles never hide the bad reviews of their territory.
Never blur a sign that it is evil.
What is being done in the Special Zone is clearly enshrined in the laws of that territory, and therefore anyone can look into it.
The Kingdom of Arkana is also a State governed by the rule of law, and Disya is also equal under the law.
The law is strict, and at the same time it must be known to everyone.
Anyone can look into it if they want to, and if they go to the bureau, they can talk to you even if they can't read the letters.
And Disuir is very strict around there.
What can I do from what, especially against the rich? What ownership is allowed and what is not allowed to be taken out?
Explain the area well in advance.
Even if it's evil, it's not illegal. And if you break the law, you'll be punished.
Such is the town of Disuia's special district.
I'm not happy with my current life, I want to be born, I want the world to know my talents.
Such thoughts are by no means uncommon.
"Is this the special district of Disya..."
Even today, a young man who inflated his dreams steps into the special district of Disuia.
And no big deal, I clapped out and laughed.
Because the streets are no big deal.
"You're no different from a ghetto. Rumors? Rumors?"
There are several entrances in the Special Zone. There are about two entrances that only the rich can get through, otherwise it's for the poor.
Naturally, if you crouch the entrance that only the rich can get through, that's what the theme park is all about.
Rich people tired of luxury, the vices and art that abound in this special district, above all, do not betray their expectations that have come in search of inspiration, the full welcome awaits.
That's only plain, though.
In the back streets, the slums are spreading just like normal large towns.
Well, I guess it's insecure. But it is the same in every favela.
Most young people look lightly at it thinking it's the same as the slums they know.
At least, you're going through the city stretching your spine out of complacency that you weren't spending time in a safe environment.
We will normally take an inn, define a dwelling, and live there.
For example, there is no sudden attack.
For example, sleeping is not attacked.
Of course, every crime is stuck in this town.
Fraud, murder, theft. That's what they're after him.
But it's not uncommon in itself.
Even in this town, it is usually the weak who do it.
That's why if a young man has that much strength, he can repel it by fighting back.
"Ghaaaa!
"Oh, come on, I stuck my hand in people's nostalgia. Oh, you've got a good heart."
Naturally, not all of the humans living in the Special Zone of Disya are super-class bad guys.
Every city has a bottom line, and this town is no exception.
"Ma, wait! No way, are you willing to break your arm?!
"Yes, is there a problem?
"That's overdefense!
"... Huh?
Exactly, it would be a laughingstock.
I had no idea that an asshole sled would use the difficult word over-defense.
"Ghaaaa!
"You say funny things. Where would a mutt like you turn to and beg for help?
"Ah, you! You know what family sima this is?!
"Ha, no matter what happens to poor people like you, nobody will take care of you!
The young man crossed the line.
I see, it certainly will be.
You shouldn't steal, but there's no law that says you can break the arm of the person who did the burglary.
But where and who will make you abide by that law?
Who hears this sleigh's appeal, who corroborates it and who punishes it?
"Ghaaaaaa!
He was acting legitimately, according to his rules of thumb.
At least, it was an act that wasn't evil.
"Ya, help me...... they broke my arm ah!
What a pitiful scream.
What a gruesome, commonplace scream was echoing in a miserable slum.
"Ha..."
Often.
He tries to leave feeling good. But......
"Hey, you okay?"
"Oh, my God, I really broke it."
Lots and lots and lots of sleigh buddies have gathered.
That is why our colleagues, who belong to an organization that should also be called the Bandit Guild, came to help a man in the same situation.
As it was, while working normally, it was transported to a free treatment facility where the magicians seconded from Caputo resided.
"Boy, is he the brother who broke Suri's arm?
"Yeah, that's right."
"All right... look, gratuity copper coins and candy. Take it."
And there comes a gathering of men who seem to be experts in rough affairs, somehow clearly beyond the instrumentality of the young.
Everyone in the Glades was pointing to the young man to teach that expert how to behave.
"Huh..."
"Brother... you broke Suri's old man's arm?
"Oh, oh... I've done it. I did something terrible with my family."
"Oh, no, the... because I was about to get my wallet..."
Yes, he was making a mistake.
Decisively, I was thinking about it.
"It's not this disco. Hey, burglary is legal, too. Of course, it's legal not to get stolen."
"So, your old man, who broke your arm, is also under our umbrella. You know what I mean?
"This city is not allowed to defend itself from pickpockets, but to sift violence against pickpocketed pickpockets."
In this city, even pickpockets are legal.
Because it is legal, rules are strictly established.
For example, the 'family' that is ruling the area must be governed by the payment of the advances provided for by law.
For example, you should not own a blade or the like, and it would be a felony in case you use it to commit extortion or something like that.
For example, restrictions on participation in casinos, alcohol volumes, etc. … At the end of the day, working hours, etc., are also stipulated.
And as long as I adhere to those laws properly, I get a generous guarantee.
Specifically, if you abide by the law, you will be treated for your spell, as well as protection from the family to 'illegal activity'.
"Ma, wait! I didn't know that!
And I can say in roughly every world......
"Heh."
I didn't know, there's no punishment allowed.
"Well, brother, why don't we go back a little bit"
The inhabitants of this city know exactly what happens to the young man.
Approximately, this city is not ignorant and gentle.
This city also guarantees the weak in this city.
Even the roughly unproductive, the sleigh and the beggar, are quite concerned.
It is not a rule in the body that implicit understandings etc.
It is clearly cultured as a law.
"Ma, wait!
"Oh, brother. Assuming the guards are here, they won't help us."
"It's not a problem under my sleeve or anything like that. Whatever we're doing is legal. Assuming you go to the guard's quarters, they'll turn you over."
Forgiveness, this is what it is.
It is because we uphold the law that we are protected from violence.
It is wild to stop the young man who is going to Disuia.
Anyway, everyone takes the initiative to the city called 'There are only bad guys and free people'.
I see, evil is not something to avoid.
But that which goes itself to its evil nest, it is that which is stupid and unsaveable.
I want to go to a city where evil is forgiven, which would mean that I want to do something wrong.
There's no room for excuses in the boulder.
Everyone has the right to dream, and of course there are young people.
Everyone wants to be and wants to be.
But that's not just allowed for 'you'.
You are never the only one who wants to succeed until you push someone else.
I want to succeed, but I can't allow others to succeed.
It is only natural that I want to benefit and protect it. But that's not what 'you' think.
This place is a 'city' before evil.
A large city, the city where the money gathers, naturally already exists an organization that has enlarged the city and is committed to maintaining it.
Adults who have already gained wealth and power are even more terrifying than, for example, young people seeking wealth and power.
Anyway, it fits into my hands as an entity. You don't want to miss that, naturally.
I give up that there is no alternative if it is not contrary to the existing rules, but if we take that one step at a time, we exercise our right to autonomy.
If there is something you want others to do, you must take the initiative and do it to others.
If "you" are going to scold others, then you have to think that "you" can't help being scolded by others.
"You," who seek large sums of money in a city of evil, must first know the laws of the city well.
Anyway, if you were born in the city of evil, the city of evil is never sweet to what goes to the city of evil itself.
You must often admonish yourself that you are the only one who treats you specially.
Because the city of evil is never tolerant of evil.
The next day, the young man was feeding the fish.
Of course, nobody cares.
Welcome to the City of Virtue.
And goodbye.