As we headed toward the cradle, the Rectalians began to increase in number.

    Niflheim is an aristocratic republic, and the factions are largely divided into three autonomous districts.

    Frezaville of the Rectalians, Fredin of the Giants, and Freia of the Humans.

    The place we are going to visit now is the Borough of Frezaville and Lexi’s hometown.

    “Are you back?!”

    When we returned to Golden Road’s camp, Anne jumped out of the carriage.

    “How have you been?”

    “Yes!”

    There is something you need to find out here.

    Being the home of all Rectalians also means that it is the home of Rexi.

    Additionally, Lexi’s ex-husband and children are buried here.

    If Lexi had been left alone after learning of my death, where would she have gone?

    I was guessing it might be here.

    ‘Maybe we can meet again?’

    “How is the delivery of the goods going?”

    Heavy wagons have the risk of damaging the pavement.

    Because the weather is cold, the pavement is cracking and cracking.

    Thanks to this, the carriage could not enter the village.

    In the end, the two of them are moving dozens of 50kg freezers, and Merson and Jessie’s poor physical strength is not enough.

    “I’m about to die with Merson and Jesse. ah! Here he comes!”

    It was literally like that.

    Merson and Jesse were walking towards us from afar, looking like they were going to die, and when they saw us, they smiled and waved like a puppy meeting a person.

    “Sister~!!!”

    “Why did you come so late!!!”

    okay.

    I hope you can at least pamper me today.

    Because there is so much to find out in the cradle.

    “Thank you for your hard work. Take it easy.”

    He carried the freezer on both shoulders.

    Jesse and Merson’s faces brightened like sunflowers in full bloom.

    “You don’t have to do this as soon as you arrive…”

    Merson, who was talking subtly with a happy expression on his face, glanced at Sterry.

    Although her legs still felt shaky, Steri paid it no mind and carried the freezer on her shoulders along with me.

    Jesse and Merson each carry one.

    “Where should I move the items?”

    “Ah! Just go to the cradle!”

    Merson pointed to the rock fort with his playing hand.

    ─Cradle.

    The place where the Great War began and the home of all Rectalians.

    It is said that the Rectalians took on the task of guarding the helpless people from some unaware thieves, such as the barbarians of the snowy plains.

    As a result, a group of Horsots and snowy barbarians attacked the cradle for revenge, and a whole generation of children were exterminated.

    Some Rectalians still regard all Horsots as war criminals.

    ‘But what kind of expression will they make when they find out the truth?’

    It is a war instigated by servants in order to bring in the demi-humans of the human world.

    To reduce the population of the demi-humans, and for a place for the demi-humans of the Inner Demon World to settle down.

    What’s even funnier is that I’m cooperating with it.

    Of course it is compulsory.

    Then, one question arises.

    ‘Someone’ was ordered or led by a servant to bring about war.

    So what happened to him?

    ─What did you receive as a reward?

    “Ugh! It’s cold!”

    The public freezer in front of the cradle was literally a frozen warehouse.

    The meat piled up was organized by date, and someone who appeared to be a nutritionist was checking the inside and filtering out all the frozen meat.

    You can eat that.

    “Seafood has been delivered.”

    “Ah! seafood! here! Just bring it here!”

    The male Rectalian smiles brightly and gestures.

    When I went ahead and opened the freezer, the nutritionist, who picked up a fish to check it, smiled and put the fish in a straw basket.

    “We will take care of the cleanup, so just pour it here and go.”

    “Huh! I lived!”

    Merson let go of the freezer with the momentum of destroying the floor, opened the freezer door, and began pouring fish into the large wooden bucket.

    The nutritionist wrote down today’s date on a tag, melted sealing wax in a lantern, poured it over the lid of the wooden barrel, and stuck it on the lid.

    “How much more will come in from now on?”

    “I don’t know the details, but there will be at least 6,000 more.”

    When Merson rolled his eyes and gave an estimate, the nutritionist smiled brightly.

    “I heard quite a lot. There will be no problem for the next week.”

    ‘···one week?’

    They say it’s at least 3 tons, but does that mean it can only last a week?

    Even if we apply a generous amount of bones, internal organs, and head and assume that the loss rate is half, it is 1.5 tons.

    It looks like they are drinking some kind of seafood like water.

    I carried an empty freezer.

    After staying up late and watching the group leave, I quietly approached the nutritionist.

    “I guess it’s true that Rectalians like seafood.”

    “Of course! How much the kids complain about meat…”

    I don’t think he has any doubts about me.

    I watched people’s thoughts and quietly approached the nutritionist.

    “There is one thing I would like to ask you.”

    “Yes. What are you curious about?”

    I don’t know how to purify the language.

    “100 years ago…”

    “Are you talking about the day of war?”

    “Ah, yes. Day of war.”

    The nutritionist looked at me intently, as if wondering what I was curious about.

    It’s a very sensitive topic.

    Therefore, I faced my emotions and got to the point.

    “I heard that there is a cemetery to commemorate the children who were sacrificed at that time. Can you tell me where it is?”

    The nutritionist looked me up and down, and looked suspicious and wary.

    It was a natural boundary.

    A young-looking person asked me about something that happened 100 years ago without any connection.

    “Why are you curious about that?”

    His voice became slightly harsh.

    What should I say?

    ‘···Err, I don’t know!’

    I opened the bag and showed Jules’ crushed bone meal.

    “He was my friend. He asked me to bring him to my child…”

    “Ah! The memorial is located right in the center of town. If you tell us there, we will help you put your hands together.”

    It seems to have worked well.

    The nutritionist answered hastily, as if he was sorry.

    All the children’s bodies were buried together.

    ‘I guess it couldn’t be helped.’

    Didn’t Lexi do that?

    Everything was burned down and only the name engraved on the horn remained.

    “Thank you for letting us know.”

    The destination has been decided.

    After finishing what I was doing, I headed straight to the memorial.

    It was a place solely for the bereaved family.

    That’s why there was a sign saying that non-Rectalians could not enter, and I had to use my powers to avoid getting their attention.

    There are many smells.

    The smell of tears and lilies.

    There was a smell of bone meal, and the smell of the excavated soil was also faint.

    It seems that there are surprisingly many people who want to bury their children together.

    There were numerous words written on the tombstone.

    Beneath the text commemorating the victims, there was a heartbreaking message that said, “I will never forget you, today.”

    Apparently, the parents’ bodies were not buried together, and a small tombstone was placed in a nearby cemetery.

    ‘So-and-so’s parents. who. Sleep here.’ Called.

    There were many words carved into the sloppily carved wooden boards that seemed to have a story.

    ‘Dad, I’ll scold the bad people and come back.’ Or, ‘I’m sorry for not being able to protect you.’ Like…

    Lexi performed under the name Reck Carter, which was her husband’s name.

    ‘I said my husband was dead.’

    I don’t know what the circumstances are, but if that were the case, the name on the tombstone would be Lexi.

    I walked around the cemetery checking the names engraved on the tombstones one by one.

    How many hundreds of graves were identified?

    ‘Lexie, the mother of Rexha and Lex Vito. ‘I rest in peace here.’

    I was able to find a tombstone with words written on it.

    It’s here.

    In front of a lonely grave that looks like it hasn’t been visited for a long time, there are several artificial flowers that are unknown when they were laid there.

    It’s crude, clumsy, and full of dust.

    After gently wiping away the dust, I prayed for Reck Carter to rest in peace.

    “What on earth were you playing with your wife?”

    I want to learn something.

    …Of course, there is no answer.

    Even if I had received an answer, it would have been an insult.

    “It’s still not enough, but I will take responsibility for your wife and make her happy for the rest of her life.”

    It was probably Lexi who left this artificial flower behind.

    Judging from the fact that the artificial flowers are so damaged, it seems like it’s been quite a while since I’ve been here.

    It means it’s not in this town.

    But why?

    There was a smell that I could never smell.

    ─The smell of human hands.

    Of course it was Lexi’s scent.

    I smelled it and ‘remembered’ the smell.

    Humans’ sense of smell remains at a embryonic level compared to other subhumans, but there is still this saying.

    ‘The deceased takes away the smell first.’

    Anyone who has lost a family member or pet will sympathize.

    Just one week.

    After that amount of time, the smell disappears.

    However, in my case it was different.

    This smell is at least a few years old.

    ‘Did he leave home? Or maybe he came to see his family.’

    At least it was clear that there was no Lexi in this town.

    If Jules doesn’t have a sense of smell, it means he doesn’t have one.

    I was completely drained of energy.

    “Where on earth have you gone…”

    I’m dying to see it.

    * * * * * *

    “Are you back?”

    Anne waves to me.

    ‘Look at this?’

    The group was having a meat party, excluding me.

    I even opened a large beer keg.

    Isn’t that too much?

    “Why meat all of a sudden?”

    “The heat condensed in the fireworks needs to be removed. within today. Plus, meat is cheap here, so the acting manager gave it a treat.”

    Even though I thought there was something tasteless about cooking on a hot plate, the daylight lantern shining from the long pole above my head made me feel nostalgic and made me feel good.

    “Please sit down on this.”

    Steri sat on the pile of leather held out and quickly picked up a piece of meat.

    “It looks like I came to the right place.”

    “Where have you been?”

    “I came to see the war memorial.”

    “Why are you there?”

    “Didn’t the Hundred Years’ Knight disappear 14 years ago? Because I have received help once before───”

    “Yeah?!”

    Jessie opened her eyes and made a face.

    Moreover, everyone except Anne looks surprised.

    Why are you like this?

    “When?! Where?!”

    “It was 15 years ago.”

    “Ah~ 15 years ago?”

    This time, everyone looks disappointed.

    Why are you doing this all of a sudden?

    “Oh my… what a waste.”

    Merson, whose face is red from the alcohol, begins to cry.

    “What’s a waste?”

    “What do you mean… Don’t you know that they offer a thousand gold coins to anyone who finds the tomb or remains of a knight of 100 years?”

    A thousand?

    Are you giving away 400,000 Soliduses?

    “We can’t confirm that he’s dead yet, right?”

    “But isn’t even a hundred-year knight old? Since it is not strange to die at any time, most people seem to think that they are dead.”

    . . .

    Lexi is now over 200 years old.

    The lifespan of a Rectalian is slightly shorter than that of an elf or a Lamia, so in reality, they are already in their twilight years.

    I can’t help but think that people are dead.

    for a moment.

    ‘···Did he try to boss a man in his twilight years?’

    “Now that you think about it, isn’t the 100-year article really amazing? How many white wolves have you killed?”

    “It’s a monster. How could they kill that white wolf?”

    Steriman chewed the meat without opening his mouth.

    This is the person who broke my sister and mother’s arms.

    There will never be any good feelings left.

    “Anyway, thanks to that, I heard that even the Wolf Church is looking for the Centenary Knight’s tomb. He is an impious person who killed God’s agent.”

    This is absurd.

    “You are disrespectful to parents who are angry at the loss of their child.”

    “That’s right.”

    Jesse shook his head.

    Anne couldn’t say a word because a topic she didn’t know was brought up, and she had an awkward expression on her face.

    “The Wolf Cult are also really funny guys. Harold is the one who committed the crime, but isn’t he biting a corpse that can be criticized as dead?”

    “Ah! I heard! I heard you did that and then had children? I’m so dumbfounded.”

    Even the normally docile Merson frowned.

    “Do you know what happened to the colon wall now because of that trash bastard? The wild man continues to provoke. However, even if the lung is pierced, one person survives and the other person dies. Only young children are dying.”

    The archbishop told me.

    Harold is just a puppet of the nobles.

    However, I couldn’t even imagine or consider this.

    Using the mentally ill king as a shield, they are eating up the country?

    ‘Is there anything scarier than human selfishness?’

    I pretended not to know and tried my luck.

    “Does Harold really have children and live comfortably?”

    “No problem! He abandoned Heindeer, built a new castle, and even built a palace just for himself! They say he became young by drinking the blood of a saint, but I don’t know why Venus embraces such trash.”

    “Oh, I’ve heard that too. He indulges in extravagance every day, lusts after women, and kills people when he gets bored! He killed his wife too!”

    Merson nods at Jesse’s words.

    “The Habstenburg family itself is a mess. Since this is a family that treats incest as if it were horses mating, only blonde hair is required, but the child has black hair!”

    “···Yes?”

    “It’s an affair! Even so, he hanged his wife and found a new one the very next day!”

    “I heard that too. ······He said that the reason his daughter remained in his position was actually to embrace his daughter.”

    “Plus, I got younger. I don’t know how many years such a tyrant will sit on the throne.”

    “Originally, the guy who wielded tyranny would die from poison and daggers, but Harold couldn’t do that either.”

    Originally, nobles were debauched and arrogant, causing scandals.

    So it wasn’t something to be messed with like this.

    “Is Harold not good at politics?”

    “If Harold had been good at politics, would he have been criticized for killing his wife or marrying his daughter? Why don’t people call me king?”

    “That’s right. As long as you are good at politics, no matter what you do, they will applaud you and say it is right.”

    A vague anger can be seen in the eyes of the group.

    This was the suffering of the oppressed people.

    ‘Did I think wrong?’

    All I wanted was for Harold to suffer for the rest of his life.

    I didn’t think about it after that.

    Because I never considered the people and world I would leave behind after I died.

    However, after keeping him alive to suffer for the rest of his life, the nobles use the suffering person as a shield to exploit the common people?

    It’s beyond evil.

    Even Dantalian could not have imagined this.

    ‘I’ll have to take my time and think about it tonight.’

    About the king’s treatment.

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