One month later.
At the edge of the Sunset Mountains.
Thanks to its unique geographical location, it connected towns in every direction and even different kingdoms.
After years upon years of development, a massive main road had formed here.
It was called Traders' Boulevard.
The name alone made its purpose fairly plain.
Normally.
Multiple factions jointly controlled this place.
The sort that would come to blows every so often because they could not agree on how to divide the profits.
A little farther beyond the Sunset Mountains lay a place called the Troll Mountains.
Its name was equally plain and easy to understand.
It was hard to say what other specialties this place might have.
But there was certainly no shortage of trolls—ugly creatures who liked to pillage homes and slaughter living beings, occasionally even robbing passing caravans and travelers.
To put it bluntly.
They were thorns in the flesh and nails in the eyes of the surrounding powers.
If they had not been fairly strong, and if trolls had not enjoyed the protection of gods, they would have long since been beaten to death by everyone else.
The territory governed by Marquis Kant—the man who had summoned Dimogegen's avatar from the Bottomless Abyss, the D&D plane, not long ago—lay precisely between the Troll Mountains and Traders' Boulevard.
Because this place was frequently troubled by trolls.
The local residents were rather martial in spirit.
And thanks to his protection and control.
Compared to other, riskier regions.
Traders in the vicinity often passed through here as well.
Thus, the tolls alone, along with the various trades brought by those merchants, had earned him no small fortune.
It would not be an exaggeration to say he was the richest man in the region.
As a result, his troops had directly received better