Against the World II: Transgression
Chapter 22: Sky isn't Boundless, part 1
...—Dragonoa, Warebeast Great Kingdom—...
DRAGONOA was the only city to be found throughout the vast Warebeast Great Kingdom, the rest was rural.
Unlike the elves, humans, and other races, the warebeasts lived in tribes. There are lionman tribes, there are wolfman tribes, there are birdman likes, and many other tribes. Each tribe had their own village (there were even tribes that branched out to have many villages), and each village chief was only responsible to the king. If in another kingdom there are nobles or governors, in the Warebeast Great Kingdom there are no nobles.
As the only city in the land of the warebeasts, Dragonoa was quite large, quite large. The city is perfectly rectangular in shape. The distance from one corner of the city wall to the opposite corner with it almost touched 80 kilometers. In the northern quarter of the city, the riverbank is curved as if to isolate the area from the rest of the city. At the end of a quarter of its southern city, the largest and only prison in the Warebeast Great Kingdom stood occupying a large area.
The Royal Palace, as the average palace in most countries, stands in the middle of the city. The height of the building can not be said to be impressive, but it is said that the basement is three times more and larger than the upper area. The Royal Palace has three towers, and the king's throne room is in the top room in the highest tower.
Alice Skyward had been living in the only city in the history of the establishment of the kingdom of these warebeasts for two months.
It wasn't because he was on a mission to find unlucky children to take with him to an orphanage. Not at all. In fact, Alice was no longer a nurse at the orphanage. She was a fighter, Alice finally understood that reality. Being a caregiver of abandoned children was completely absent in his blood. He lived to fight, for that he was born with a lot of talent.
The first half year, Alice was unaware of it. The emptiness, awkwardness, and dissatisfaction in his life only felt a dozen weeks after that. Although he made use of almost all of his free time to strengthen himself, to further master [Light Magic] to the highest level, but it was not satisfactory. Alice never thought she was a fighting maniac, but her life was bland without fighting.
That was also the reason why Alice was in Dragonoa. In addition to the fighter tournament that will be held in three days, Alice can use the fight enthusiast in this city to restore the sharpness of her instincts. In her two months of staying here, almost every night Alice went to the arena to participate in daily matches. Sometimes overnight he fought twice, but there were also nights where he fought six times.
Tonight was no exception. Alice whose face was covered in a purple mask with an evil smile engraving on her lips stepped into a large arena in the western area of the city. As he stepped up the arena floor, the name of his suggestion echoed in the light of the audience. Not without reason, of course. Ever since Alice first participated, she had never been. Because of that, almost every night Alice brings home a minimum of 50 gold coins.
“Will Evil Mask win his duel again tonight?”
The question of the battle commentator was greeted with the enthusiasm of Alice fans. Answer “ya” simultaneously vibrate the air. However, many say no, especially fans of the fighters he has defeated. And, of course, Alice had no interest in entertaining them. Like the nights before, tonight he will also win.
“Match the fight whenever he is ready,” Alice said in her flat voice, the golden yellow light sword already manifesting in her left hand.
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...—14th July, E642 | Avarecia, Kazarsia Kingdom—...
He has made sure of it to all corners of the city, but there is no general. His ears certainly caught the information from the mouths of the people, he said General Clown was indeed in town. However, Xavier once again proved that it was not true. There was no one in this city who was equal to a commander, let alone Fie Axellibra. General Clown probably won't return to the capital as long as he's here.
On his way to the exit of the city, Xavier once again found a man with a plontos crib on his head with a cross scar.
In the hallway to the underground warehouse of the Royal Army headquarters was not their only pass. Total Xavier has already passed him six times. Of course in every occasion that Xavier could not be seen the man. This was the seventh time he had seen the plontos head man. What coincidence? Or, ...he's actually General Clown's spy?
Wanting to ascertain his suspicions, Xavier decided to approach the sangar-faced man who was sitting alone on a bench behind a tree as if he was hiding from the people—ia did not forget to take off his robe and mask.
Making himself visible, Xavier patted the man's shoulder gently. The man with the head of the plontos was aghast, but quickly he was able to calm himself—he self-control was very good, impressive instead.
“What makes Uncle to put on such a difficult expression?” xavier asked as he sat down beside the man. “Did Uncle fail at a certain thing? Or, Uncle lost his job for making mistakes that can not be tolerated?”
The man with the head of the plontos did not answer, instead he asked who Xavier was and whether he knew the man.
“I just arrived here yesterday, came to look for my uncle. However, since he is no longer living in this city, I plan to directly return to the village. Oh yeah, my name is Er. Coincidentally as I was about to exit the gate, I saw Uncle putting on a difficult expression. As human beings, helping each other is normal. I don't mind helping Uncle if there's a financial problem that's entangling Uncle.”
“...You don't know me?” asked the man with a little surprise, it was hard to believe what he heard.
“What is the Uncle of someone famous?” ask Xavier. “Uncle's appearance does resemble that of General Clown, but Uncle is too weak to be paired with him. Not mean haughty, but I can defeat Uncle easily.”
“You're right!” firmly the man. “I am very weak. I'm an ex-thief. Only luck and coincidence have allowed me to be in this city. It doesn't make sense that I can do what General Clown did in the rumor, right? Only those idiots would consider me super strong, super intelligent, super duper in many fields, right?”
Xavier did not understand why this man with the head of the plontos was so excited in explaining that he was an ordinary super duper, there was nothing special about him. In the end, however, Xavier simply put his shoulders back and nodded at the man's question.
“Lantas, why do so many people consider me special? Why am I always lucky? Even when I wanted to escape from a tough situation, I ended up doing amazing things without me doing them. I had originally mixed food spices because the food tasted less fitting. And you know what happened?”
Xavier. How could he possibly know.
“I was considered to have talent in cooking, and I was rewarded by the palace cook. Then, as I was trying to leave the city, I ended up finding a hideout of a herd of villains and was then considered a hero. Another time, when I was walking into a cave, we suddenly found orichalcum reserves in the cave. You want to hear other nonsensical things?”