After that, the group was led by two armored men who looked like guards into a building in a town not far from the tower.
The place looked like a tavern. Behind the counter stood an effeminate man in flamboyant clothes. Once everyone had entered, he let out a giggle.
"Welcome, little kittens. I'm Britney, the director and receptionist of the Crimson Moon Office, the Oruda Border Volunteer Corps—"
"I'm not interested in any of that, pervert."
Before he could finish, Airi cut him off. Smiling, she stared directly at him.
"I only want to know one thing. How do we get back to our own world?"
"..."
At that, the effeminate man's expression shifted slightly. Meanwhile, a red-haired girl with braided hair nervously spoke up.
"Huh? What? What does that mean?"
"I assume you've all noticed that we don't belong to this world. We came from another world. You only need to compare your clothes with the people here to understand that. And the people of this world used some method to summon us here and erase your memories."
"So, you weren't affected by the memory erasure?"
A white-haired man in a black T-shirt asked coldly, and Airi nodded.
"Of course not. I'm a witch. Erasing my memories isn't something that can be done so easily."
"But why would they do that?"
Another bespectacled man frowned and asked.
"According to you, someone summoned us into this world and erased our memories? Why would they do that?"
"From what I can tell..."
As she spoke, Airi looked toward the effeminate man.
"They probably intend to use us as cannon fodder."
"Cannon fodder?"
"That's right. The worlds you originally lived in were far more peaceful and advanced than this one. Think about it—if you remembered your old lives, wouldn't you resent