The Real World

"I gathered those people a long time ago. If that matter were more important than cooperating with you, I wouldn't be here now."

Viscount Rost's expression was calm, as though he truly did not care much about the matter.

"But I heard that most of those heading to Rost Territory were higher-ups from various churches, along with some exceptionally powerful mages."

The Graycastle Emperor took a sip of tea and looked at Viscount Rost with a smile, seemingly waiting for his answer.

"We have a plan that requires these people."

After thinking for a moment, Viscount Rost did not reveal his plan directly. Instead, he asked,

"I assume that if you can use Shadow to observe Rost Territory, you must also have a general understanding of human lifespans on this continent? As well as mortality rates across different age groups."

"What do you mean?" The Graycastle Emperor froze for a moment.

"Exactly what it says."

Viscount Rost said helplessly, "Nobles—of course, I mean the great nobles who aren't short on money—generally live to around a hundred."

"If they study magic or the Knight Breathing Technique, they can often live to around one hundred and fifty."

"But ordinary people generally only live to thirty or forty. Ordinary people who reach fifty are already extremely rare."

"This does not include slaves."

Hearing Viscount Rost's words, the Graycastle Emperor fell into thought.

He had never paid attention to such matters before.

But now that it had been pointed out, it really did seem to be true.

And ordinary people in their thirties generally looked about as old as nobles in their sixties or seventies.

"And that isn't even the most terrifying part."

Viscount Rost sighed. "Do you know how high infant mortality is? More than one-fifth of the population dies before reaching one