As Count Clayton's voice grew more impassioned, every Imperial soldier gripped their weapons tightly. At that moment, they no longer saw the enemies before them as their own kind, but as shameless traitors—humanity's turncoats.
Under those words, the Noble Army began to shrink back as well. They did not know how they had suddenly become people who had betrayed humanity.
The Church of Dawn had never stabbed the Empire in the back while it was at war with the Orcs.
Nor had the Empire ever stabbed the Church of Dawn in the back while it was suppressing Abyssal rebellions.
This was humanity's highest political taboo. No one dared cross that line.
Why was there such a vast divide between the Wansu Kingdom, where other races lived, and the human noble kingdoms and territories? Why was the Thousand Lakes Region of the Maple Leaf Forest the only safe trade zone between them along their shared borders?
Over countless centuries, there had been endless talk of those who were not of our kind. No matter how many stories and legends humanity had about friendships between certain people and other races, none of it could change the tense overall situation between humans and the other races.
Neither Knight Damon nor Knight Aiffel, the two legion commanders, made any move to stop Count Clayton. They allowed the Blaze Dragon Knights to return to the Imperial Army.
Perhaps it was because they had colluded with other races. Perhaps it was because Duchess Vera was no longer an ally of the Church of Dawn. In any case, the two Extraordinary Legions silently withdrew to one side, licking the wounds left by the war.
"The Vera Territory and every human noble lord on this land have always dealt with other races firmly as humans."
Duchess Vera spoke