A Future Crushed to Dust
The clouds of war drew ever closer.
As the City Hall's war bulletin was issued, every civilian received official notification: the enemy they faced this time was the Green Dragon Army, led by the Green Dragon Queen.
Although many people had already guessed that something major might be happening, confirmation of the news still caused a measure of unrest.
Fortunately, both City Hall and the Adventurer's Guild had prepared for this long ago, swiftly and decisively suppressing discordant voices.
In the taverns, bards recounted the stale old tale of how the Hero slew the Demon King more than a century ago, and how the human armies drove the Devil Race's vast host back to the southern border.
"Will we win?"
"Don't worry. I hear the Adventurer's Guild higher-ups have long been tracking the Demonic Beast legion's every move. Those Important Figures already have a response prepared."
"Besides, the one who started this war is only the Green Dragon Queen, not the Demon King. No matter how powerful she is, she can't compare to the strength of all Carlos."
In the taverns, some civilians were deeply worried about how the situation would develop. Others appeared quite optimistic—if the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up. The enemy was not yet something ordinary civilians like them needed to fret over.
But that could not exactly be called an ostrich mentality. After all, even if they wanted to contribute something to the Forest Capital, there seemed to be nothing they could do. Rather than tremble in fear, they might as well live their lives properly.
Strictly speaking, there was still some time before war formally broke out. They were currently in the mobilization phase.
For either the human side or the Demonic Beast legion, organizing a