A Slave's Day

In this world filled with supernatural fantasy, the strictness of social rank was absolute.

Commoners had no room to resist when facing noble rulers, let alone slaves.

There were many slaves in the Northern Great Wall Fortress. Most came from Nidhogg, while some had been taken in Ryan's various wars.

The Great Wall Fortress had a simple purpose: war. But beyond that, there were plenty of miscellaneous tasks to be done.

Naturally, the soldiers stationed at the Great Wall Fortress could not be made to handle such work. Slaves were the best tools.

Winter had arrived. The most common thing in the Frozen Earth Territory was snow drifting down from the sky. It looked like it was swaying lazily through the air, but if one was not careful, it could turn the land white and bury the roads from sight.

The road leading to the Great Wall Fortress had been completed less than a month ago. It was not yet capable of withstanding accumulated snow, so slaves had to be assigned to clear it constantly and preserve its shape as a road.

Large piles of snow had already accumulated on both sides.

The slaves knelt on the ground, trembling before the tall knights.

They were lost, not knowing what to do. As slaves, they had been born with only one instinct: obey their masters' orders. They absolutely could not disobey them.

Life and death had nothing to do with them. Everything they possessed belonged to the lord.

No... slaves did not have thoughts at all. They would never think about such messy questions.

They only knew that they had to listen.

But why had the knightly masters before them not given an order?

The slaves simply knelt there in terror.

Ryan looked at the road outside. Beneath the light of