The back town is located across from the World Tree and on the other side of Alheim's Royal Castle. The World Tree blocks out most of the sunlight in this backstreet, so it's dim even in the daytime.

　A muscular man, unusual for an elf, was drinking alone in a rundown bar in a corner of the place, as if bathed in alcohol.

'd*mn it, why me?'

　The man who muttered this was a former (...) general of the country's army who fought Hurt in the first round of a martial arts tournament to determine who would marry Tina, and lost.

　He had lost his job after the tournament when Hurt blamed him for losing so easily.

　It wasn't that he was weak.
　His opponent was bad.

　In fact, the former general was the strongest in Alheime-except for the Elf King and Sarion, the steward who served the king.

　The nobles had taken the liberty of letting the former general fight Hurt, who was an obstacle to the tournament, in order to get him out of the tournament quickly.

　But it wasn't a bad thing for the former general. He defeated the human boy and abstained, claiming ill health before the next battle with the son of a nobleman.

　He was going to get a lot of money for that alone.
　But he lost.

　And that too, in a sort of self-destructive way.
　Things went according to plan, and the angry nobles advised him to change his general.

　The Elf King tried to stop them, but he was defeated so easily, and all the ministers agreed to change the general, that he was forced to give the general a forced discharge.

　And here he is now. He was blinded by the large sums of money piled up before him and lost his job.

　Furthermore, the nobles did not pay the money.
　They said that they had lost - because they had been defeated.

　He had no family.
　He poured his heart and soul into his warfare and training his men.

　But he was not a perfect warrior.
　The wages he had earned from his position as a general were mostly consumed by women's games and alcohol.
　His house had been rented by the army and now that he was discharged, he was evicted.

　He received a small amount of severance pay, considerably reduced by his dishonorable discharge, and now he is here drinking.

　The door to the bar, which was about to collapse, opened with a crumbling sound.

'General, you're here!

　An elf with an eye patch over one eye walked in.
　She was the former general's man.

'It's you, I'm not a general anymore. Don't call me that.
But I'm not...

　The former general was aware that the eye-banded elf was in love with him.
　Ever since he had saved himself from being attacked by a demon so long ago, he had been desperately trying to repay the former general for his kindness, training his body to rise to the position of deputy commander of the national army.

''You've got a job to do. Go back quickly. Maybe you'll be the next general.''

You are my only superior officer!　The army you have left has no use for you. I have just beaten up a nobleman who taunted you and was discharged from the army!

You ... are an idiot.

　As he said this, the former general was happy.
　At the same time, he was ashamed of his current state.

　He had no home and no money. I was reduced to a man who simply drank in this backstreet town.




What are you talking about?

It's because of that race that you're being mistreated!　It's the Elf King's fault!　It's the fault of the nobleman, the minister!　It's this country's fault!

　An elf with an eye patch crowded in on the former general.
　He then removed his eye patch.

''Oh, you, your eyes!

　The eyes, which should have been blinded by a demon attack long ago, were glowing red as they stared at the former general.

　Hatred poured out from the depths of the general's heart.

　I hate him.

　I hate the human race that humiliated me.

　I hate the Elf King who discharged me from the army.

　I hate the noblemen who plotted against me, the ministers.

　I hate this country. I hate it.

　The general's heart was blackened with hatred.

''I want revenge on my country. Can you help me?

Of course.


What the hell are you guys talking about?

　The owner of the bar, who had heard this conversation, tried to run away.

　However, a few steps forward and he collapsed on the spot.

　His back was pierced by the dagger thrown by the eye patch elf.

　Despite the fact that his men had killed a citizen, the former general thought nothing of it.

''I want my revenge as flamboyantly as possible. What better way to do that?''

'Leave it to me. Let's bring despair to all who live in this country.

Yeah, that'll be fun.

　The former landlord and the eye-girdled female elf left the tavern where their master had disappeared and disappeared directly into the darkness of the backstreets.