Wortenia Senki (WN)

Night of February 28, 2813 [Waltenia Peninsula] of the Western Continental Calendar, Part 3:

"Did you get here as planned? Tomorrow is finally... right?

Everyone sitting around the desk nodding strongly at the bright true words as if to push the precaution.

Their floating is an invincible and fierce grin.

Our own territory. Our own country.

Apart from the gratification and thirst for such things, there was an absolute pride in their minds that they had successfully cut through the danger zone.

Into the peninsula, the number of times they were attacked by the monster Monster actually counted 14.

Even if you were a hunter intentionally chasing prey, it's a good place to meet prey a couple of times in a day.

Compared to that, the encounter rate within the peninsula could be described as a staggering figure.

Plus, all the dangerous stuff that classifies which monster Monster as very intermediate or advanced.

The fact that he said he had killed a few wounded people without killing them came out in front of him as an achievement.

It is more impossible not to exalt.

Three days had already passed since we entered the Waltenia Peninsula.

The streets that led from Ipilos have already been cut off, and the troops have set foot in the untouched depths of the ruins.

Grassy, the branches of the trees densely reject the entry of men.

To march, you must pay one branch at a time and proceed with caution at your feet.

But by then they had no difficulty replenishing water or selecting camp sites, although the environment was so harsh.

It was supposed to be the hardest part.

However, Ryo Jan spends a few months saying that he is investigating the terrain inside the peninsula beforehand.

As a result, by choosing an efficient march path, he went to the depths of the peninsula with a moderate rest.

And now they were surrounding their desks and discussing their future policies while spreading the map of the Waltenia Peninsula made by Zhongwong.

"Sometimes the march went as planned, the quality of the soldiers is high, but it was still a big order to grasp the terrain beforehand, wasn't it? Because the information we examined in Ipilos' guild wasn't enough."

Everyone nods at Sarah's words.

I'm not saying that people don't get in at all, although it's the unspoilt depths of the ruins.

It's not like adventurers never go to the Waltenia Peninsula for money.

The information brought from such humans was kept in the Adventurer's Guild of Ipilos, but Liang Zhen had ordered the trainers in his clan to investigate the peninsula by the prophecy of Zhongrong.

Its achievements are significant.

The map, spread out before them, contains information that I said is a rough flow of forests, valleys and rivers.

Without this map, how hard would it have forced the march?

At least we couldn't have gotten here without a single shepherd.

"Right. It was nice of you to have checked the location of the water field and the camp at Cheung Ong. Thank you, Jong-hoon."

In fact, the size of the water field sought varies between adventurers, many with only around 10 groups, and an army of about 300, albeit few.

Spring water falling from among the rocks alone cannot moisturize as many as 300 humans.

Same goes for the camp.

Depending on the number of people, the conditions of the places required will naturally vary.

It was only natural that Rione threw a word of gratitude at Zhongwong, who had investigated such information in advance.

Especially when it comes to securing water, a steady amount can be obtained by using spell, and the same can be said for camp areas, although it was naturally better to have less effort.

"Even the clan used a trainer... but the area still doesn't seem to be a glimmer... the two pairs that made it to the depths still haven't recovered from the injuries. The same goes for pirates, but I was wondering if they needed to be careful."

"Example arr... you mean subhuman?

Sarah inquires into Jong-hoon's words, and the calm air on the spot tightens in an instant.

It is information that has already been reported, but it was still shocking to be heard again after entering the Waltenia Peninsula.

"Are you a sub... I didn't like hearing rumors that you were surviving, but I didn't think you were really there."

"That's the same for Atai, Bolts. I can't believe you're really surviving... aren't we talking about settlement units too?

For Bolts and Rione, who depended on the training of their slaves, we have only heard rough things about their future policies.

Replenishment of supplies, selection of camps, selection of marching routes.

Aside from taking command of training, there is much more that needs to be done to them.

Therefore, the two of you did not know what Ryo Shiba thought of the sub-people.

What is a Subhuman in the first place?

It is a non-human race that walks two legs like a person and has a certain level of culture.

He is the subservient in the earth Earth world.

If both the beast man with the head of the beast and the beings called Dwarves and Elves are non-human species who speak the language and have a certain culture, they are all flipped and subhuman.

But there is no ordinary human being living in a town in this earth Earth world who is supposed to be a famous race in the fantasy world.

No, even the adventurers who set foot in the secrets that remain across the continent can hardly be said to see it.

Because they are legendary inhabitants that were extinct by human hands a long time ago.

There are multiple factors of extinction, but the biggest reason for this would be the existence of the Light God "Meneos" denomination.

Earth "Earth" A pillar of the six pillars that supposedly created the world. Meneose, the light god who supposedly commands light in his gods.

It is the denomination that believes in the god that is the religious organization called the Light God "Meneos" denomination.

Their doctrine was simple. Meneose, the god of light who supposedly created man, became the supreme god, and the supreme being said to be man made by his supreme god.

Nevertheless, they are elements that come more or less into any religion.

Religion is something that creates a species that is convenient to us, so it is natural to position humans as special beings.

And the more you are, the less you need to worry about it.

It should not have been a major problem where there was a somewhat electorate conscious religion.

In fact, the material counts more than 1,000 years of history since the establishment of this Light God "Meneos" denomination.

And it was roughly 400 years ago, from the time Liang Zhen and the others lived, that the subpeople were driven to extinction as filthy beings.

This would mean that between the beginning of the denomination and 400 years ago, there was no movement towards the abolition of the subpeople.

Yes, 400 years ago now, if two men hadn't appeared in history, this earth Earth world might have remained a thriving world for races like the elves and beasts that modern Japanese dream of.

But the reality is different.

The subspecies are considered extinct long ago, and only to the extent that rumors are whispered that a small number of them are still alive in the deeper depths of what is known as the continent's secret frontier.

"I'm not going to work here at the moment. I've already told Zhongwong, but I'm not willing to get my hands on the northern woods where their settlement is"

To Ryo True's answer, Rione and Boltz gently open their eyes.

Whatever the form, my men headed for the Peninsula Survey returned injured.

To say overlooking it without striking any hand felt an unnatural decision from the Rio's and the others.

Given Ryo's true character and thinking, even if he doesn't show up for exercising his powers, it's only natural that he should do so much as send a messenger to protest.

"To be honest, it's not a good idea to stimulate them right now... I don't want to add too many enemies now that I have to pay attention to the trends between Count Salzberg and Lupis. Besides, we're responsible for approaching their settlement on our own. Well, that's why I decided to leave them alone for a while."

That said Liang Zhen writes a large red circle on a map open on his desk.

It's a big circle that accounts for nearly a quarter of the north of the Waltenia Peninsula.

I mean, I guess this circle shows the boundaries between the subhuman and ourselves.

"Well, so is that... now that the situation in Zaluda is chaotic, could we have just built up too many hostile forces? If you think this one accidentally approached their territory, you wouldn't be so angry..."

Rione nods deeply at Ryo True's words.

She herself is not particularly disgusted with the subpeople.

I'll fight if I have to, but I'm not going to go ahead and hostile myself.

Besides, Ryo's true thinking was very logical and fair.

The attitude that one does not only make it a problem that one's men have been attacked can be considered a favorable decision from the point of view of Rione.

But what are you going to do with the pirates? You'd have trouble without a port to accept when Simone's ready, wouldn't you?

Upon confirming his response to the subpeople, Rione voiced another concern.

The bond exchanged between Ryo Trun and Simone really disturbs the presence of the pirates.

Flexible or doomed, their treatment was a major problem.

Although this has been a busy part of the job until now, it was only natural for Rione to ask for a clear policy to Ryojin now that he had entered the peninsula.

"I have one conclusion to make. Just so we're clear, my country doesn't need them."

Liang Zhen replies lightly, shrugging her shoulders to Rione's words.

Inside the tent, the fire should be burning and kept at moderate temperatures.

But something cold runs on the spine of everyone who hears Ryo Tru's words.

Ryo Tru's words are the same as usual, calm and serene tone.

But there is no one in this tent who can misinterpret the meaning of his words.

"Destruction..."

Lionel's grunt rang loudly in the tent.

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"Melissa, what's wrong?

I just spoonfully stirred the stew in my hand, and the coil sounded worried to Melissa, who never tried to bring it into my mouth.

They carry a warm dinner to their mouths as they surround the burning fire.

The tension during the march is already relaxed and year-to-year laughter is heard from all around.

Rarely, if alcohol is also allowed to be drunk in small quantities, so many people make noise by removing their wings.

In all that hustle and bustle, only around Melissa was quiet.

No, you can say it's too quiet.

"Yeah... nothing"

"Nothing... shall I guess? You must be thinking about Hannah, right?

Coyle questioned Melissa's words with a probing eye.

……

Coyle sighs loudly at Melissa, who sees through the inside of her mind and looks back at her with surprise.

It was obvious from a coil that had lived together as the same squad for months, such as the movement of her mind.

"How could I possibly think about the guy who just escaped? If we're lucky, we'll survive in some town."

Discard the coil in an open tone.

For him, the escaped Hannah was ungrateful and a traitor.

I don't want to kill him until after him, but I resent him to such an extent that I don't care if he goes down on the streets of town.

The emotion was all over his words.

"That's the way to put it..."

To Coyle's words Melissa unwittingly absurds her narrative.

Hannah is a slave girl who was in the same squad as Melissa.

But now she's not here.

The training was painful and she escaped with her peers who could not stand the same training.

Whoever's at fault, it's Hannah who escaped.

Melissa knows that, too. But there's no way Hannah can speak now, such as the warm stew served in front of her.

No, you can say that the end of the fugitive slave's path is already confirmed.

"You won't have a choice. He got away with hard training, didn't he? Or is Melissa willing to hold the shoulders of those who escaped, forgetting the favor of your children who let us go?"

Coyle was boosting his emotions.

Tonight is a milestone night for our Lord, Ryo Gotcha, to step through the magic of the Waltenia Peninsula and finally reach our destination tomorrow.

Whether you look at the stew ingredients handed out for dinner or the fact that you were allowed to drink, it is clear that special consideration has been given to you tonight.

On the day of his celebration, Melissa sinks into the thought of the girl who betrayed the Lord and ran away, ignoring his considerations.

It was very unforgivable.

"They're traitors!

Coyle screamed to throw up.

I guess the scream was loud enough. When the hustle and bustle of the surrounding area subsides for a moment, a gaze piercing from the surrounding area as it explores.

But Coyle ignored that gaze.

The emotions that I usually pushed away spring up because I see Melissa's attitude and her mind boils down.

It was hard training. Some guys couldn't get over the fear of real battle.

It wasn't something everyone could clear. I understand that's a coil.

But it was you, Ryo Shiba, who made us slaves.

Coyle also understands that he has no good intentions at all,

Still, it doesn't change that you gave me a chance to crawl up.

In this world, the weak rarely get a chance to crawl.

That's why Coyle couldn't forgive his escaped companions.

Take advantage of the rare opportunity of "Opportunity" while not taking advantage of the escaped companions...

"It's..."

Melissa had no words to return to Coyle's cold objections.

"Hey, coil. Put it around there."

"Kevin......"

I guess I sensed Coyle's words getting emotional.

Until then, Kevin listened to the conversation, quietly cracking it.

This squad leader is Kevin.

If its him can stop it, we'll have to get a spear as well as a coil.

Coyle himself wasn't going to blame Melissa.

"Bad... Too much said..."

That's how Coyle stood up.

"Where are you going?

Kevin looks at the coil with surprised eyes

"I'm coming to the other squad."

Coyle says so, looking back at Kevin.

It's an unwavering eye. Kevin understood the meaning contained in his gaze.

"Ok... Clan, you take it off with the coil too"

Kevin, who sensed the meaning of Coyle's words, pointed his spear at the clan, which was just carrying one stew into his mouth in silence.

I really need to talk to Melissa alone on this occasion.

From Kevin's strong gaze, the clan stands silently, following the coil.

Kevin hesitated to question Melissa, making sure the two backs were invisible.