70 [61] The end of peace, the beginning of a nightmare.txt




On that day, a major event occurred that upset the balance of the world.

Despite the differences in the speed with which the news reached them, the nations, from the leaders to the people, could not hide their turmoil and astonishment.



"The Rustabelle Empress declares war on the Dizenaire Demon Empire.



Rastafarian Empress Country.

Located north of the Demon Fog Forest, this is a country that has been headed by a human race woman for generations since the first Empress Krisinaria-Rastabel.

The law is based on the unusual system of electing an empress, in which the person who can overcome the challenges set by the first empress with the best evaluation is given the title of empress.

As a result, the country is an unstable one, with tensions rising to the extreme and even to the brink of civil war, as it is overrun with ambitious aristocrats and adventurers from other countries, as well as those living in favelas who want to break away from the status quo, during the change of heads.

In contrast, the Dizenaire Demon Empire is further north than the Rastafarian Empire.

It is ruled by a demon chief who is much longer-lived than the human race and is physically and magically superior to them.

Although Zioldo-Disenaire calls himself Emperor of Demons, he has adopted a peaceful policy of not wielding his race's superiority, but rather actively seeking to establish effective alliances with other nations.

However, it also has a cold-heartedness that makes it worthy of being described as a "demon" and will seek to destroy invaders without a shred of mercy.

Although the Rastafarian Empire has a slightly larger army than the Rastafarian Empire, the quality of its troops is overwhelmingly superior to that of the Dizenaire Demon Empire.

The news of the war, which could only be called reckless, had reached the Humane Kingdom and the city of Farren as well.





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Humane Kingdom

Is Rastabel insane?

"It is the height of folly to wage war on Dizenaire. In a few days, Rastabel will have been destroyed.

'The problem is the people of Rastabel. Emperor Dizenaire has no mercy on a hostile nation. He wants to prevent the slaughter of his people, who have only been swayed by a foolish empress...

But if you speak out, it's liable to bring fire on our soil.

The debate among the heavyweights gathered in the King's Chamber at an emergency summit is confused.

They only seem to agree on whether the battle is won or lost, and the debate is focused on how to help the civilians in Rastabel.

'No, sir. No, the innocent people must not be killed needlessly. I must appeal to the Emperor Dizenaire to stop killing his people.

'Hmm. By nature, Emperor Dizenaire is a peace-loving, gentle soul. He will certainly listen to us.

It seemed that it was the same for Zeldia, the king, and Rumelia, the princess, and the policy of the Humane Kingdom was already becoming to save the people of Rastabel.

(At a time like this, it would be reassuring if Virum-san and the others were there...)

Lumeria looked down anxiously at her eyes, remembering the faces of her friends with unorthodox abilities that she couldn't suddenly contact.





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Farren, a city of adventurers in the Kingdom of Badikane

The Adventurer's Guild was in an uproar over the information of the declaration of war by the Rastafarian Empress Kingdom, which was informed by one of the adventurers just now.

Just like in the Humane Kingdom, almost all the adventurers are rumoring that the Dizenaire Demon Empire has won.

Some of them have even sided with Dizenaire as mercenaries and are talking about taking part in the victory.

While the adventurers and guild staff were enthusiastic about the rumors, only Shazar, the guild master, crossed his arms with a difficult face and pondered.

(....There are A(...) people(...) in Rastabel. He's not the kind of person to make a bad bet with the department. He would definitely stop something reckless like a (unwinnable) war with Dizenaire)

Shazar's mind is filled with a certain person who is supposed to be in Rastabel.

Because he knew that person's character well, Shazal was able to predict another future.

(If that's the case... do you mean there is? What (...) Rastabel beats Dizenaire)

Once they were able to predict it, the rest was quick.

'Please warn all adventurers to stay as far away from Rastabel and Dizenaire as possible for a while! Also, let Sierra know! I'm going to report to King Buddy Cane now! In the meantime, I'll leave the acting guildmaster to Celica-kun!

'What? Yikes! Wow, is that me?!

The bad feeling born in his mind rapidly grew, and Shazar, driven by the need to immediately report to the king, conveyed the minimum amount of information to his subordinate staff, then straddled the Shunba, which is being raised in the guild as an emergency measure, and ran off.

''Mu, it's impossible~! How much work do you think the Guildmaster has to do~!

Celica's mournful cries were vain, and there was no one there to help her.

If Shazar had been as calm as he was in normal times at this time, he could have prevented the tragedy that would follow.





A few hours later, he opened the door of the guild and walked in...

'Woo-hoo! Do you have any interesting requests?

It was Oma, who was staying in Farren, spending her days in commission and training.

As it was, he walked over to the counter where Celica was hurriedly doing her own and Shazar's work.

''Huh? Celica's nee-chan, you look busier than ever. What's going on?

Oh, Oma. Come in! Come to think of it, Oma, you were from Dizenaire, weren't you? In fact...

Rumors of a war between Rastabel and Dizenaire have already begun to spread not only within the Adventurer's Guild, but also in the city.

It seems that Celica decided that sooner or later it would reach Oma's ears, so she decided to speak politely about the current situation so that he wouldn't be confused.

What Celica saw after she had finished telling him all the information was Oma's cheekbones with a carefree look on his face, without any signs of anxiety.

''Hmm, Rastabel's in our house~?

Oh, what? Aren't you worried?

Nothing? Dizenaire's army is insanely strong. There's not a single element of losing to Rastabel, and there's no point in worrying about it.

Oma sniffed "hentai" with a one-handed gesture as if she was trying to get rid of a bug, she stood up gradually and turned on her heel and started walking.

''Oma-kun, didn't you come here to accept a request?''

I don't feel motivated. I'm not going to do it today.

But, as soon as I remembered that this is not the time to be thinking, I decided to go back to the task of looking through the surplus of documents.





On the other hand, Oma, who had come out of the guild, was walking towards Farren's main gate while shaking his head.

(I didn't think there was an idiot who would start a war in my country~)

Oma is well aware of the high level of military power of the country he was born and raised in, partly because it's the country he was born and raised in.

(The result will probably be the same with or without me, but if it's a war, it's a good opportunity to test the results of your training.)

Therefore, the war between Dizenaire and Rastabel was only perceived as a stage where he could fully test his abilities as an individual.

(It's a war that was launched from that side. Prepare yourself, Rastabel!)

Oma walked out of the big gate, smiled wryly, and headed for Dizenaire, where the battlefield would be.





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A few days after Oma disappeared from Farren.

An adventurer who seemed to be in a terrible panic jumped into the Adventurer's Guild, panting violently.

The adventurer's unusual appearance drew the attention of everyone around him, wondering what was going on.

He had regained his composure and spoke the news that the castle of the Dizenaire Demon Empire had fallen in just half a day, a news that was hard to believe.