Eating hotpot and singing songs, only to be kidnapped by bandits and made their adviser—the end result was your ass hanging from a tree.
In response, Russell merely continued chewing his lamb without expression, chatting with the Prompt Device in his mind.
"Stay calm."
"Victoria is Teacher Tate's and the Eight Great Dukes' territory. Teacher Tate has an agreement with me, and the Eight Great Dukes don't even know Talulah and I exist."
"So there aren't any bandits."
That was what Russell said.
Then—
Oh, I suggest you stick your head out the window and take a good look while you're talking.
The Prompt Device's reminder made Russell freeze.
Suspiciously, he stuck his head out the window and looked around.
Then his eyes widened.
On the mountain peak to the right, fully armed figures were constantly moving about.
Russell's eyes went wide.
"Holy shit."
"There really are fucking bandits!!"
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"The last descendant of Atrias will soon arrive in Victoria."
The handwriting was exceptionally elegant. Even the finest calligrapher would have regarded those beautiful cursive letters as a priceless treasure.
Yet the ink carried a faint scent of rust, instinctively evoking a chill.
Reed—or rather, Lavinia—looked at the letter in her hand, her expression grave.
Someone had sent them a letter.
The letter's origin was highly unusual.
Because it had come from the Victoria Royal Palace.
Victoria's royal palace was like a wife cake without a wife inside. There was no Victoria royal family within it, only Sarkaz lords.
As for the Sarkaz race—
The Abyssal Hunters had always feared them while harboring a trace of longing.
Those demons were exceptionally capable fighters. If they could reach some sort of agreement with them—say, on some particular day, they would all go kick