"How else do you explain how, back then, they used evil methods among the Devil Race—plagues, using commoners as human shields, spreading rumors, playing the victim to deceive people, bribing corrupt officials and wicked men—and nearly unified the world?"
"Yet the First Hero, guided by the goddess, returned from the Western Continent to slaughter his way back into the Central Lands in the late First Epoch, bringing with him the people and the First King whom humanity had recognized anew?"
The smile at the corner of Sigris's lips curled like a cat's mouth as her fingers kneaded Ria's cheek.
Sigris had Ria so flustered that she barely knew what to do, but she had not expected Sigris to be so certain. "Why?"
Sigris could not answer. She merely pointed at those people and said, "Probably the will of the people."
Miss Sigris, whose personality was becoming more and more like that pink-haired fairy's.
She couldn't exactly say it.
That there were absurd battles from another world in her mind, could she?
Eastern Continent.
Two campaigns to encircle and suppress the Dragonkin.
Each had been an annihilation battle, shattering the Dragon Race's local city-states.
Then came the Dragon Race's official suppression campaign—another annihilation battle.
Fifty true dragons were surrounded and captured.
After that, the Dragon Queen was stabbed in the back.
The Five-colored Dragon led by the black dragons, along with the Devil Race, launched another suppression campaign.
Another annihilation battle.
They could only resort to a blockade policy.
Then, for some reason, Lynn had clearly gained a foothold on the Eastern Continent.
Yet he suddenly set sail and relocated.
He kept fighting annihilation battles at sea, and the more he fought, the more ships he had.
Facing suppression from all sides, he went to the Southern Continent.
There, he fought