Surviving as a Pseudo in a Different World

“Defendant, the city of Royal Road and all 330,000 of its residents—guilty.”

Royal Road, the city of kings.

The city gates, which had not allowed any enemy invasion for 25 years, were forced open today.

The group of cultists, who had rapidly increased in power over the past five years, went berserk like a swarm of locusts and took over the capital.

As black smoke billowed everywhere and screams and sighs rose to the sky, someone suddenly appeared among a group of cultists wearing red cloaks.

“It’s boring. I can’t believe that the iron-walled Royal Road gate was so easily breached.”

Like the cultists around him, he was wearing a red robe, but his body lines were so flowing that they could not be hidden.

Perhaps a young woman.