Migration

"You have a plan, that's good. Do you need me to come along and help?" Reno nodded politely. Now that the matter had been settled, he planned to return and hold down Lulong Fortress.

"Huh? That would be great! Thank you for your help, General Reno!" Ismir immediately seized on the offer, as though he had not heard that Reno was merely being polite.

"Fine, then I'll go... Hmm?" Reno's eyes widened. I was just being polite, and this brat actually took me up on it?

"Let's go, General Reno! We need to hurry back and pack. Good thing you came—otherwise, we really would have worried about being unable to protect all those civilians on the road!" By the time Reno reacted, Ismir had already run far away.

"..." Reno's mouth twitched. Even Roland had never managed to press him into service, yet today, a little baron had done it... He had spent his life hunting geese, only to have one peck him in the eye today.

"What a miserable bunch..." Reno frowned as he looked at this human community struggling to survive in Mirkwood. Their living conditions stabbed deeply at his heart.

"It's normal. This is the state of humanity in Mirkwood. There are no truly safe places left in the entire Northern Territory. This place is already relatively good. There are still villages deeper in Mirkwood where people live each day unsure whether they will survive until the next!" Ymir noticed the change in Reno's expression and sighed as he explained.

"Ever since the northern human army went south and established Rohan, and Dale fell... the northern humans have grown used to living in misery. After all, how much worse could things get?" Ymir gave a bitter laugh. There was no denying the greatness of those northern