People scream and fly apart, literally flying into pieces. The sword is a meat cleaver used to butcher people, and the spear is a human hammer used to wield skewered people. The storm of death I created tore through the tenth guard, and we came to a thick wooden door through which light was leaking. The barred wooden door was shattered in just a few seconds, and the children, with me at the forefront, rushed out into the light. "So this is outside..." Stop moving for a little while. Even from the underground, sunlight could be felt through the windows. However, the soft breeze, the sun shining all over, and the seemingly endless expanse of space, even if you ran at full speed, were all things I had never experienced in my life. The children all ran off in different directions, apparently not having the time to worry about how their neighbors were escaping. There is no sign of anyone chasing me from behind. Or have they already killed them all?"What!? That!" "Kill him!!"People ne

"...area south of the mountain range. It has a population of 40 million people and a vast landmass. With the exception of some deserts and dense forests, the climate is warm and well-watered, making the area habitable to a large one. In particular, agriculture, commerce and industry are highly developed around the Valdris River and on the coast, and domestic trade is also active. It is a centralized state ruled by Emperor Matthias IV, and in recent years has expanded as a military state by annexing the nations scattered south of the mountain range one after another. Although an aristocratic system exists, due to the policies of the current emperor, the power of influential aristocrats has weakened and is becoming increasingly concentrated in the imperial family. With the exception of some areas that require maintaining public order, the military is unified under the Imperial Army, and all command and control is carried out by soldiers directly under the Emperor. The country conside

A little over two years had passed since I met Celeste, and that moment suddenly came. "I have nothing more to teach you." With a beautiful voice as always. "So I'm giving you permission to leave here soon." My heart was at peace, knowing that the time had finally come. We've been together for over two years, so it's obvious that there's a difference. Celeste thought over and over whether there was anything else she had forgotten to tell me, whether there was anything else she needed to tell me, before coming to a conclusion. So I won't hesitate either. "Okay, I'll leave right away." Celeste's face contorted for a moment. Putting it this way makes it sound like I was impatient for the day to leave. It may have been a shock to her, as we had been physically close and she thought that we had connected emotionally. So I'

"Welcome. Welcome to Miranda General Store."As soon as I opened the door, the staff bowed in unison, a coordinated greeting that spoke of training and discipline.The store was nothing like the street stalls outside. Polished wood shelves displayed fine cloth, ornate jewelry behind glass cases, leather-bound books, and tools crafted with obvious care. Price tags hung in silver, with some items reaching into gold territory.A young attendant approached, bowing slightly. "Excuse me, sir, but I'll need to hold your weapons while you shop." Standard procedure. I handed over my bardiche without complaint. The boy's eyes widened as he took it. The weight caught him off guard, he staggered, barely keeping his grip, then wrestled it into a weapons rack with obvious effort. I almost smiled."Welcome, sir." A clerk appeared with practiced warmth, though his eyes assessed me carefully a young face, road-worn appearance, but quality armor and the confidence of someone carrying coin. "What bring

Knock! knock! knock!!."Hey! Luc! It's dawn! Wake up!"Light filtered through the shutters. Maria's voice cut through the comfortable fog of sleep.I groaned, eyes still heavy. The bed had been too comfortable, I'd slept deeper than intended.Rolling out of the blankets, I padded to the door and opened it. Maria stood there with a water bucket, cheerful and morning-bright, Then screamed."AAAAH! Why are you NAKED?!"I glanced down. Right. I'd washed my clothes last night and gone to bed without them, letting everything dry. And as was inevitable in the morning, I was rock-hard."Clothes weren't dry yet," I said calmly, reaching for the neatly folded pile on the chair."Put Something On!" Maria's face was crimson, but her eyes, despite the screaming were locked firmly on my crotch. "That's...it's...how is that even real?! It's huge!"I pulled on my shirt first, deliberately slow. No point rushing when she was clearly more fascinated than actually offended."It's normal.""That is not n