Hostage 1 “So, you’re saying that Marquis Tercerion vomited blood, collapsed, and is now on the verge of death?” The Lord of Noark was struck by a despair that defied words when he received the report. No, despair could wait. His first response was pure disbelief. And who could really blame him? “Do you really … Read more
First Point (5) Alminas Central Bank was the place where money from all over the world gathered. When one considered the various treasures stored in its private safety deposit boxes, it was practically a dragon’s hoard. And because it housed such vast wealth, its security facilities were, predictably, top-notch. In fact, the bank seemed far … Read more
First Point (4) “Elder, if I may be so bold, may I ask you something?” The white-haired old man took a calm sip of his tea before answering. “No trouble at all. Go ahead.” “…Why did you stop him from going to the sanctuary? With my limited insight, I simply cannot understand it.” “What part … Read more
First Point (3) Living in the Barbarian sanctuary, the battle cry is something you hear thousands of times a day. Beth-hell-rah while eating, Beth-hell-rah while chopping firewood. They shouted the names of their ancestral gods at every opportunity, and thanks to that, Rotmiller had gradually learned to distinguish between them. Though the battle cries seemed … Read more
First Point (2) One Noarkan approached and tried to inspect the cart. He did not look particularly diligent, nor did he give off the impression of someone earnestly carrying out his duties. Regardless of his mean-looking appearance, there was something unmistakable in his voice, a certain atmosphere unique to his kind. “What’s this? Why aren’t … Read more
First Point (1) “We have lost track of Baron Jandel…….” The subordinate who had served at his side for decades bowed his head deeply as he delivered the report, shame written across his face. However, the Marquis did not explode in rage. He simply closed his eyes, as if to steady his emotions, and let … Read more
Scout 7 He swung his greatsword. He blocked the enemy’s attack with his shield. Sometimes he clumsily rolled across the floor just to barely dodge a flying blade. “Argh!” When a lethal blade pierced his skin, a scream tore from his throat. This story would never be told to future generations, Parav thought. The heroes … Read more
Scout 6 I once saw footage of a war on the news. It was a country in the midst of a civil war, and the video showed a missile attack. The clip they showed was very short. A solidly constructed building stood in a bright, clear setting with laundry hanging from a balcony, creating a … Read more
Scout 5 Rotmiller had excellent navigation skills. Well, that made sense. A sixth sense is naturally more sensitive to misfortune than luck. Sure enough, not long after I rushed toward the danger he sensed, enemies appeared. “About seventy….” Roughly seventy enemy soldiers. Their numbers were overwhelmingly smaller than ours. And as for the one to … Read more
Scout 4 Perched on the second-floor windowsill, Sven Parav looked out over the burning city. Whoosh! Whoosh—! Flames roared and twisted as if they would devour everything. However, like hitting a transparent glass panel, the fiery storm could not make contact with the building. It was as if the building were under divine protection. Of … Read more