Prologue (Volume 4)

Prologue (Volume 4)

The Arklight Empire.

A large country located in the center of the Ixion continent.

Feared by many, both allies and enemies.

An economic power and of great military power.

In that country, there are seven duchies.

In one of these duchies is where there is a unique place in the world.

Granville Duchy. Northern zone, white district.

A man was getting out of bed in an inappropriate manner.

Bottles of expensive liquor were falling from the bed.

The bed was of a very large size, a very exaggerated one in fact.

Beautiful young women were there.

The man was a very corpulent adult.

His stomach was larger than a pregnant woman's, perhaps a bear's belly it seemed.

His body hair was so robust that it covered almost his entire body.

-Ah!

As he tried to get off the bed, he fell onto a woman's chest. Her face moved in a very repulsive manner.

He left the woman alone and finally stood up.

Because of his large belly, he walked in a very comical manner.

After putting on her robe, she called for a servant.

The man had a vulgar expression, some of his teeth were missing, others were golden.

He had a bad odor as he did not bathe much.

His hair was black and disheveled as was his beard which covered most of his face.

He had small eyes and his irises were green.

The man yawned and when the servant came in.

-Do you want something, Duke-sama?

This fellow- Casimir von Granville, he was one of the grand dukes who dominated the borders of this country.

-Aaaaah! I'm hungry, hey, tell the cooks I want 15 steaks, 30 hamburgers and plenty of booze.

-Understood. By the way, you got a letter this morning.

Casimiro received the letter with the hand that was scratching his crotch a few moments ago.

-It itches a lot... oh, this is big.

The letter had contents that only the lord of these lands should read.

Casimiro turned around to change.

-A great celebration is coming! Tell the cooks to rest for now as I have to go somewhere to corroborate the information.

The servant was glad that the cooks who spent 24 hours a day in the kitchen had a rest, but he was puzzled by what his master said.

-May I know where you are going, my lord?

-To the tower.

The servant shuddered, not at the sight of Casimir's naked body, but at what he said.

The northern part of the Granville duchy was a beautiful place.

The buildings were white.

Wealthy people walked along the beautiful painted streets.

Fine stores selling clothes, accessories and other items were in sight.

It was a great shopping district in other words.

-As I said, I won the competition yesterday.

-Congratulations. -Who did you compete against?

-This time it was against a Beastkin of the tiger race. I had to use a lot of strength because, due to his body, knocking him down was very difficult.

A young couple was having tea in a fancy restaurant.

The tables were made of glass, but their chairs were not normal.

They were people. Beastkin to be true.

Muscular men and women of strong races were their seats.

In the streets, children were walking their pets.

They were children or women of small and docile breeds.

They walked on 4 legs in the streets.

If a child told them to bark, they barked.

It is an underground fighting center.

Anyone can enter.

But not anyone can win.

The size is that of a soccer stadium.

The top is open to let light in, but usually only at night do events occur.

A man was eating fried chicken looking at the bulletin board.

"... There will be no events today."

He was the champion.

The highest authority of this place.

West district, red zone

A place that glows at night.

The air emanated expensive perfumes for the girls to smell great and captivate the guests.

Every street was lined with brothels.

Big and small.

From modest to extremely expensive.

Chief among these places was one known as the Palace of Pleasure.

It was about the same size as a skyscraper.

The entrance was gilded, the lobby was lined with beautiful women welcoming customers.

One of them was a well-dressed man with a big belly, his mustache and hair were combed to the side.

It was Viscount Clover who approached a manager.

"The item is still available?"

The girls in this place had two purposes.

To please a customer for a night. Or to be sold to one.

Many chose willingly to come, others were not so lucky.

This place gathered the most beautiful women and sold them as if they were simple commodities.

"Yes. No one has bought her as her value is very expensive."

"Perfect! -The viscount shouted with joy."

"The price is still the same."

"I know. In two days the payment for my services in the palace will arrive to my account."

"I understand, please enjoy yourself until the place is ready."

"Thank you."

At the highest part of the palace that looked like a tower. A girl was chained up.

She was looking at the bright sky while singing a sad song.

The song was from her homeland.

A man came to the door.

She gave a panicked look at first, but then relaxed.

It was the manager from before.

He smiled at her and said.

"Finally there is a customer who came to buy from you. All these years we've been taking care of you to grow you well has finally paid off."

The girl kept singing her song while looking at the sky.

"Don't worry, you have two days left to continue enjoying this place. I'll be honest with you, it's very sad to lose you since your songs are good, although your sad melody discourages us sometimes."

"We will give you the best dinner in these two days you have left with us."

When the man closed the door, darkness was once again illuminating the room.

A tear rolled down his cheek.

"Even if night falls soon, it will not protect us from the demon that watches from the heavens. "

Her eyes focused on the center of this place.

A great black tower that seemed to want to hide the sun was the target of his shining eyes.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep now. Or else the red demon will eat you. "

There, the true ruler of this place rested.

This place known monumentally as...

"I would like a knight to protect me from that red demon. May we all be freed by that hero we want. "

The Lawless City.