Utopia

Boom!

Boom!

Boom! Woo...

"Huh... I finally cut this tree down."

When such a big brown tree in front of him fell down, Sogen, a woodcutter who had been cutting trees for who knows how many years, was extremely happy. Because his landlord, Master Nofalis, asked him to do the job today, which was to cut down this tree with orange-red wood inside, which he could only hold with both hands, as a gift from Master Nofalis to a very respected druid.

Boom!

Accompanied by a tree at least three times his height falling down, Sogen, as a woodcutter, continued to pick up the axe in his hand to process the fallen tree. Then he put the axe he was used to on his belt with a bell, and then put these precious woods with orange-red tones on his cart.

"Hmm? Why is there a slave without shoes? Go in quickly! Don't dirty your eyes!"

"Close the window! There is a slave with a bell outside pulling a cart!"

"It's over, I have to pray to the Golden Dragon God again later. Hey! Walk faster, don't dirty our place with your footprints!"

"Stop! You brown-skinned slave with blond hair and orange eyes! What are you doing!"

When he saw the two white-skinned warriors in front of him with knives on their waists, coming out of a manor with white exterior walls and golden gates, Sogen, who completely ignored what the people said before, untied the rope tied around his waist, immediately knelt on his knees and raised his hands high, kowtowed to the two warriors.

"Two honorable warriors, I am delivering wood to Master Nofalis."

"Well! You know the rules, remember to hang the bell on your body! Remember to install a broom behind the cart to sweep away the footprints of a lowly thing like you!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

"In the future, if it is not the master's order, you, a woodcutter, must not step into this community casually! Otherwise, we will chop off your legs immediately!"

"Yes!"

Sogen listened to the scolding of one of the warriors, and he did not dare to raise his head at all. Looking at the fist-sized bell on his waist, he knew very well that as a brown-skinned slave, he was completely unable to enter the community of Master Nofalis.

"Get up. As long as you remember the rules of our Kalai clan and do your duty well in this life, you will be supported and protected by the Golden Dragon God in the next life. Go!"

"Yes."

Sogen slowly raised his head at this time, confirming that the two white-skinned warriors with black hair and green eyes used magic power to make the orange wood he had worked so hard to cut fly up and head into the mansion of Master Nofalis. He quickly tied his belt and walked away from the high-end community where he had come barefoot all the way.

"Hey! Sogen, you're back from cutting trees?"

"Just a walk up the mountain, nothing. By the way, is my mother home?"

"Yes."

"Okay!"

Compared to the community where everyone avoided him and even disliked him for leaving footprints and polluting the community roads, Sogen always felt that his village was located in the lower reaches of an unknown river, and the upper reaches were the community of Master Nofalis. However, he always felt that every villager with a simple name and brown skin in this village in the canyon was very kind.

"You're back? Go out and cut trees for the master. Does the master have any objection?"

"Mom, no, the master's warriors are very happy."

"That's good. You must remember this bell. Wherever the master is, you must not forget to wear it. You must hang it on your waist or neck."

[To be honest, I've been using it recently. Android and Apple are both available. 】

"I know."

For his mother, who also has brown skin, but is a little different from him in black hair and orange eyes, and is still making clothes for him, Sogen, who is only 34 years old this year, couldn't help but nod his head repeatedly.

"Hey! Come on, are you hungry? This is a freshly picked fruit. Come and taste it."

"Oh."

Although the red fruit in his mouth was not very sweet, and even a little bitter and sour, he didn't know why it became sweeter and sweeter as he ate it. Maybe this is because their Kalai tribe is a vegetarian race and can taste the taste of various fruits.

"Is it delicious?"

"Delicious."

"You don't have any ability?"

"No, absolutely not!"

"Alas. Child, remember, even if Master Nofalis is your biological father, you have inherited his ability. But..."

"You can't use it anywhere."

Speaking of this, Sogen in the thatched house lowered his head, embarrassed by his identity.

Yes, Sogen, whose head was being gently stroked by his mother, was the illegitimate son of Master Nofalis. He actually had the abilities of the two warriors soon after he was born. However, as the only member of the village who could use magic, no one except his mother knew the secret of his various magics, and he dared not use his abilities in front of Master Nofalis or anywhere else.

You should know that Master Nofalis burned to death another woman who, like his mother, had given birth to Master Nofalis' offspring in the past, and buried the offspring of that woman and the brown-skinned members of the entire village alive in the name of blasphemy of bloodline.

"Sogen, do you know? I don't regret what happened back then, and I don't regret giving birth to you."

"But... Master doesn't recognize you?"

"I... Master used to be very romantic, I, I'm not the only one. And don't blame him, it's not his fault, it's my fault. So, under the guidance of the Golden Dragon God, do your duty well, bless the master sincerely, and strive to get the favor of the Golden Dragon God in the next life, and become a great saint or a respected sage."

Every time he heard his mother say this, Sogen didn't know why he felt extremely sad. Therefore, for so many years, he carried a homemade stone axe every day to provide all kinds of wood for Nofalis, the landlord, and every neighbor in the village who took care of them, so as not to see his mother's sorrow from time to time.

Rumble...

"Mom, it's raining."

"Close the doors and windows quickly."

"Yes."

Sogen looked at the sky outside and didn't know why it got dark so quickly, and didn't know why the heavy rain outside was as terrible as splashing water, but in this home that leaked from time to time, he tasted the wild red fruits picked by his mother while trying on the new clothes made by his mother.

"How is it? Does it fit?"

"It fits. But it has a bit of a smell..."

"This cloth was fished out of the river. It must be a gift from the Golden Dragon God."

Filled out? Gift?

Although he had some doubts, he didn't think that the clothes made by his mother would not fit him. No matter how ugly the gray-brown clothes were, as long as he could wear them, they were the best made by his mother.