"You're not going to take a look at Calimshan? I remember you have holdings there. I don't think we need to rush. The elves are in no position to bargain right now." As Solam idly basked in the sun, Mevis appeared at his side at some unknown point.
"Calimshan?" Solam muttered casually, then shrugged helplessly and said with some regret, "I'd really like to stroll around Calimshan. Honestly, I quite like it there. I've been to plenty of places, but I think Calimshan is the city where I can relax the most. It isn't nearly as complicated as other places."
Solam was not being glib. Calimshan had genuinely left a good impression on him. At the very least, when he had been making his way there, he had felt completely at ease.
"Calimshan? You said it wasn't complicated? Are you sure we're talking about the same place?"
Mevis was utterly astonished by Solam's assessment of Calimshan, to the point that it felt unreal. Everyone in the world knew that Calimshan was the worst country in the world, while Calimport was practically a living hell. At least in the eyes of people from other countries, Calimshan was unquestionably a hellhole filled with every terrible word imaginable—oppression, madness, enslavement, betrayal, chaos, crime, filth, and more.
In any case, no one would voluntarily immigrate to that wretched place. Those who were forcibly brought there as slaves were another matter.
In short, in Mevis's opinion, Calimshan was absolutely nothing like Solam had just described.
"Exactly! In other places, good people and bad people are always impossible to tell apart. You don't know who means you well and who is your enemy. But Calimshan is much simpler. Other than yourself, everyone is your enemy. From that perspective, isn't Calimshan purer than other places? There, you