Genocide Reality

The way we flew was on the road where we could see the outer walls of the city of Tarantan.

Even when it comes to the road, it's not asphalt paved.

The gravel is laid down so they don't get wet. I guess it's just good.

Though the medieval style of Genocide Reality, I find it very blurry because I see the modern paved path.

"Oh, you could've flown in one shot."

"After all, if you're my husband, you can transfer in one shot, Death. A weasel, Death traveled during a break in mana recovery about five times."

Chill, peeking into Ariadne's face, I was proud of something.

Bibi's eyes sparkled and it seemed like he was saying, "I knew you were right".

Exactly, but why are you the doorman?

In the city, a bunch of grey hairs, such as the Rudocks, were occupied by a bunch of dog bandits who couldn't get in.

But thanks, there are plenty of tents outside the city and it feels busy. There the smoke of the burning fire rises and some humans are cooking it.

Outside the city, why are there so many people?

"Mashiro Wataru-kun! You're here!

There, they saw us and a group of the Seven Seas came waving at us.

"Seven Seas, you talked about not letting me into the city. I'll bust the gatekeeper fast, so let's get into the city. The other guy's a bandit, so you don't mind, do you?

"Oh, wait! I need your help before I do."

"Oh, my God, just say it"

"Actually... you also know that Mahatma Wataru is in a state of collapse when the zombies are out, right?

"Maybe... the Seven Seas are helping people again"

"A lot of people are hurt. We can't have people in the city, and we're all stuck here. We're cleaning up zombies and wild monsters. That's why I don't have enough mana. There are too many injured people to recover from."

I should have been gathering information, but it seems the Seven Seas are helping the poor peasants of the people who have been evacuated.

I think it would be the job of a city lord to help a peasant or something, but the bandits beat him up and ran away.

"Totally, the same hobby. I wish I could let go of those people who can't live on their own..."

"Your husband. Please forgive me for being so mean to you."

Ariadne, kneeling down, sandwiched my mouth in conversation with the Seven Seas.

How many times will he know that he doesn't have to kneel every time he speaks?

"Precedents are good, what?

"I foolishly believe that the serfs of the people here can be used for your sake if you help them."

"What good are those who can't protect themselves either?

"Let him stand up with a pitchfork of farm tools, too, and he'll be a human serf and a miscellaneous soldier. We also have extra weapons collected by Lord Kumiko, so you can give them to the dizzy ones. It's about your husband, so you're going to discuss the bandits who occupied the city. Then we should keep the serfs that we can use for gestures."

Looking at the lean refugees nodding around outside the city, I don't think it's going to help that much.

In the end, sweet Ariadne wouldn't want me to abandon him.

It's up to me to decide. If everyone stares at me to eat in, I can't even say no.

No shame.

"Seven Seas, what am I supposed to do?

"I want you to make a recovery potion. We can't handle Mana very well. And I want water and food too... ahhh, thanks. Now I can help."

I scratch water and food from an infinitely packed rucksack.

Anyway, the water is just what I've been pumping, and a ton of food that I can't eat out of is made by Japanese-leaf. I don't have the right to be thanked.

"I've brought quite a bit of food, but we're running out of water"

"There's a river nearby. I can't keep it that way, but let it boil and disinfect, and the water is fine because I distribute it fairly. It helps to have so much food. There's a lot of people starving because they're running away in their clothes."

It seems that the only intention is to gather information, but at some point Shuichi Nanakai has become like the leader of a refugee camp that could have been built outside the city.

Wherever I am, I laugh bitterly that he is the one to be festived by the weak.

"And then, potion? Farmers will have less health anyway, so advanced (high) will suffice. Advanced (High) Health (Squirrel) ……"

I turn an empty potion into a blue health potion with a fast chant.

It's ironic that a massively bought empty potion that I thought might be in vain and that I might even create a bomb potion would help this way.

"Thank you. That's Makoto-kun. I'll just hand it out to the injured!

"No more empty potions, so bring me the sky again because I can reuse it when I run out. My mana is still there."

Probably made over a hundred.

Still, I'm glad I'm growing up with enough mana.

I should have bought more empty potions because they are hard to get outside the city of Genocide Reality.

Not a lot of weight, so let's be careful next time.

"Um, Makoto-kun..."

"What's up, Seven Seas? You still got something?

"I thought Japanese-leaf wasn't with you."

"Tell him he'll stay. There's not enough yarn in Ariadne, and you don't have to worry because it's safer to be in the dungeon than to be over here."

"Right, right..."

"I'm gonna take a little stroll around here."

I couldn't look at the Seven Seas I dropped my shoulder on and I decided to go for a walk.

Around the Seven Seas, there are still adorable girls there, always baking and caring for them, so I wish I wasn't obsessed with Japanese leaves and happy over there.

I wonder if childhood is that important, but that's up to the Seven Seas, so I shouldn't be the one to say it.

Walk about with that in mind.

Then.

Let's scout around to find out outside the city of Tarantan.

In front of every gate, there was a refugee camp where people's serfs were gathering. Outside the city alone, I don't know how many hundreds there are.

I see things outside the dungeon for the first time, but I really feel like there's a world outside and people are breathing.

How many people live on the other side of that closed gate?

Do you have enemies who control the city, the Dog Bandits? My arms squeal.

I wonder where I'm going to attack the city.

The city is square, about a kilometre in size at best.

The gates on all sides are closed, and the Bandits' Watch is walking wide over the stone exterior walls.

On the three metres or so of the main gate, standing large tree shields are arranged, and even from that gap, a few archers are watching this way with a flicker.

Equipped with hard-leather armor. The bow is made of wood, but iron is used in the bow.

There will be strength to the extent of a miscellaneous soldier. Anything that comes close to the city, they're all threatening to drive it back.

Shortly after the coup d 'état, he seems alert to the return of his lords, the soldiers of the Bears.

That's why there's unlikely to be a gap we can get through without fighting the Bandits. If I have to, I guess I'm forced to break through.

On the other hand, in the refugee camp outside the gate, peasants, who have fled the villages that they were attacked by zombies, lean against each other by surrounding the burning fire in the outfit of being dressed up.

Walking away, I wondered if there was somewhere somewhat unpopular......

This is the morgue.

I guess I can't even bury the body.

Speaking of resting, that sounds good, but there's just a lot of bodies rolling over the dirt. I'm used to seeing people's bodies and stuff, but it makes me feel dark.

Many bodies have parts of their bodies damaged, whether they were attacked by zombies or eaten by wild dogs.

You said you'd be out in the world and monsters. What the hell...

"Gohoo!"

One person I thought was completely dead suddenly coughed up at my feet, so I was a little surprised.

Of course I don't suddenly rush over and wake you up.

It may have breathed back, but the body may have zombied. Rather, that's more likely.

With the zombies out there at the moment, I guess the bodies should be incinerated and disposed of, but I guess I can't even afford that.

"Hey... are you alive?

I don't care if you're a zombie. For once, I just wanted to see the real thing.

I can kick a kid in the cough lightly, but he's not responding.

Small, lean, thin body. Twelve or three years old at best? By the way, he's wearing a piercing jacket full of joints.

I don't even know my gender because I have countless lacerations and blood all over my body and overall thin dirt, but when I look closely, I look adorable.

Probably a girl, now if you were a boy, you'd be one of Seki's.

With that said, this kid looks a little blue in her hair... even though her face doesn't resemble anything, it reminds me of Setsuki.

If you stay like this, even if you were alive, you'd be dead soon.

I can't even throw it away.

"...... Shisha Nena"

Sometimes, just in case, I tried drinking the finest (high-end) health potion for myself.

It's also unlikely that I can drink on my own, so I hold it in and force the potion into my mouth to swallow it.

It's a little violent, but if you don't do anything, you'll die anyway.

"Gehah, gohoo!

"Whoa, you're back."

The mutilated wound heals. Now I still laugh if I'm a zombie.

In my experience, zombies don't cure wounds in health potions.

"Oh..."

Weak, faint voice.

The wound should have healed, "Is it even dry in your throat?" I'll give him a leather bag with water.

"Ah, water...... keho, keho!

"Don't drink in a hurry."

The girl was drinking with Gabe, trying to stick her little head in a leather bag.

I don't think he was dead until just now. Momentum. Then, I belly goo.

"You're hungry, too, I can't help it. Try it if you can."

I took the sandwich the Japanese leaves made for me from the rucksack.

It is a superb delicacy with soft bread and dripping greasy dragon steak.

Thick-cut tomatoes and fresh lettuce are also pinched.

Regardless of digestion, there is a nutritional balance.

"Delicious, delicious..."

"Then eat this too"

You look digestible, so I should have fed this one first.

It is a fruit sandwich with sweet cream and wooden clams in the bread.

"Not really, sweet..."

"That's enough for you, are you satisfied?

You don't. This is it.

I was wondering if it was because it seemed bad for digestion, but I also served a lot of seared dragon steak.

"Ugh, yummy!

It is full of guts and petty foods.

I guess I was so hungry.

A full expression of a child eating indifferently is not something that feels bad to watch.

Even this me is unintentionally invited to laugh.

I don't know what the Seven Seas will want to help.

Whatever the food is, it can be replenished at any cost if you go back to the city of the dungeon.

As much as I'll split it it between the children of the outgoing peasants, you won't mind.

I'll leave more water and food in a bundle that I can subdivide.

The rest is dressed very badly, so should I be blessed with clothes?

Not the right size, but elastic underwear and robes, okay?

Bad for a man, but better than a borough cloth.

"With all this, we'll be eating together for a while. You saved my life, so don't waste it. Bye."

"Oh, oh..."

"What, there's something still out there"

"... thanks"

"Hmm."

I thought it was impressive that you could thank me for the kid.

If I were this old, I would never have thanked someone I didn't know.

I also wanted to grace the money, but I'll stop.

If it's just food, they can just take it away from you if you meet a bad guy, but if the kid has gold or something, that could kill him for it.

The bandits are taking over the city, the world of the weak and the strong (Mundus). Poor goodwill could kill people.

The precautions around there will not be possible.

In the first place, I don't have the right to protect you until I'm a walking child.

Then it may be a weapon to give, but I can't do that either if I think my child might just shrink his life even if he has a sword.

Go back to the refugee camp and distribute food and water to the equally poor peasants, and look at the Seven Seas treating the injured.

I didn't think I could be that kind of person.