Reduced to Ashes!

Zero Magic World.

Lutece, the capital of the Gallia Kingdom.

It was a beautiful city far larger than Tristania.

The entire city was nestled among verdant mountains, with vast stretches of lush vegetation weaving throughout its streets.

Mountains, forests, and city seemed to blend into one.

Most of the buildings were five or six-story European-style structures, their roofs uniformly dark green. Among them stood Persian-style towers topped with golden hemispherical domes.

It was like a cake with a pale yellow base and a layer of dark green frosting, with several candles planted into it, their shafts white and their tips capped with golden domes.

Whenever a gentle breeze passed through, it always stirred rustling sounds throughout the city.

Paired with the brilliant, warm sunlight overhead, it was clearly a wonderful place for people to live.

However.

All of that was now in the past. Though Lutece still had its green mountains and forests, the city itself was shrouded in gunfire and filled with cries of slaughter.

Burning airships fell from the sky at every moment, along with wailing dragons that crashed to the ground in bloody heaps.

And in the city's streets and alleys.

The few remaining Gallian soldiers, joined by vast numbers of all kinds of monsters, launched desperate charges at the enemy soldiers from foreign nations, who held rifles and fired continuously.

They roared and shouted, only to collapse in agony beneath the oncoming hail of bullets.

This was war.

An unequal war between the Albion Kingdom's army and the Gallia Kingdom's city defenders.

"They chose not to flee. They've got some courage, at least~"

Biba Amatori stood on the flagship's deck, gazing cheerfully toward the distant royal palace.

He let the wind, tinged with the scent of gunpowder, lift his long pink hair while the Albion generals