Chapter 243: Dungeon Master (1)
A peaceful period of time went by.
To be more exact, only my side had a peaceful time. Civil wars were still happening throughout the continent. Frankia, Brittany, Habsburg, Polish-Lithuania……. There was probably no place that was safe from the flames of war.
Hundreds of thousands of refugees came here to escape. People’s livelihoods had been so devastated that they were willing to walk their way all the way here due to some obscure rumor like ‘People say there’s a utopia somewhere below the Black Mountains’. Fortunately, my territory was rich enough to accept refugees.
“This land is ruled by a Demon Lord. Is that fine with you?”
“I heard that the taxes are low here and that there are no conscriptions.”
A dirty-looking village chief who had led his entire village here spoke.
“I also heard that Your Highness protects your people from monsters.”
“That is true.”
“Ooh, O Goddess. Bless this soul.”