This is Winter’s memory.
And a certain past of Jio’s.
“Grand General.”
A dry, starving wind blew.
It suited this abandoned, devastated land all too well. At his subordinate’s call, Jin Gyeoul lifted his head.
“That over there is the last village in the west. There are no more settlements nearby. So please check only this place and return to the capital.
If you keep ignoring the king’s summons, even a general will not escape censure.”
“I’ll return when I find what I’m looking for. And.”
“The acting stand-in is not the king. A fool who can’t tell even that much would have no excuse even if his head were cut off.”
“Remember there is only one pardon.”
“…My apologies.”
Hyah. Without change of expression, Jin Gyeoul kicked the horse’s flank.
This “iteration” of the world had bad luck.
Because the World Tree bore the world’s roots, it even had a chance to become an interstellar hub—but that was all an old tale.
The aged World Tree was on its last breath, and accordingly the world itself was steadily drawing closer to destruction.
From human calamities like disasters and disease to hordes of monsters swelling madly and…