Hostage 3 Rotmiller was dead. According to what I was told, he drew a cart toward the imperial capital to save me, then leaped off it to protect the cart. Astarotta had been “kind” enough to mention that those Noark bastards had even taken Rottmiler’s head as a trophy. But… ‘They don’t know yet.’ From … Read more
Hostage 3 Raphdonia was a ruthless city. Even more so if the individual was an evil spirit. Evil spirits who awakened here in the bodies of complete strangers had to struggle desperately just to survive, and even then, countless died simply due to bad luck. But Eltora was different. It wasn’t that he was exceptionally … Read more
Hostage 2 Drrrrr-shnoooore! Drrrrr-shnoooore! Ogre like snoring echoed through the ruined Alminas Bank’s underground vault, forming a constant backdrop. There, as Amelia watched Aynar, she let out a long sigh. It wasn’t a sigh of disappointment. Did they use drugs…? After all, they had been talking right beside her for quite some time, yet she … Read more
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