Prologue 8
I could kind of understand what Lark felt when she finally acquired power, but unlike her, I did not have a strong craving for it and thus was indifferent about it.
…The number of soldiers is increasing. Adventurers who were sleeping, woke up and joined the ranks of the soldiers. We slaves wear plain clothes, so it’s easy to differentiate us. Thus, it was only a matter of time before we were suppressed.
「But I can escape.」
I had a clear grasp on the exact number of people inside the cave. There were a myriad of ways to escape by exploiting that information.
I rushed out of the warehouse and headed to the “wall house”.
The wooden house that was built in such a way as to cling to the cliff – where I and Lark had been staying for three years – was in a terrible state. Most of the houses fell down from the cliff and were destroyed. Fortunately, this “wall house” was prepared for mining slaves. Most of the people attended the morning session, so it was virtually abandoned.
「Ah…」
However, some slaves remained. Those who drank too much last night and overslept, those who were sick in bed, etc.
I saw the arm of someone who was crushed underneath a house sticking out.