Chapter 70
At the southern tip of the continent—
Unlike in the east and west, where the various countries and races lived in harmony, and in the north, where the demi-humans’ queen resided, there were few traces of tolerance in the south.
Then there was the Plains of Nastrond, blocking the path toward the north.
There lay a dense jungle full of monsters, a place where superstitions of all sorts and paganism ruled. The only ones living there were rarer races such as the lizardmen, siren, harpies, and a few humans.
A group of people traipsed through the bushes into that place where so few cities existed.
"Is this the right way? If it’s wrong again, I might start getting mad."
"Y-yes, I believe so, Master Skyna."
The sorcerer, claiming to be a guide, trembled under the pressure accompanying the threat of her displeasure.
"I should have just researched in peace, but I applied for this for no reason. Ah, if it weren’t for his sweet-talking… Sigh.”