Following the Trail (4)

It took two months to reach the midpoint.

From there, partly because I had grown accustomed to the environment, I made it through the Valley of Death in a month and a half.

In other words, after three and a half months in all, I entered the western region from the west-central region.

Apparently, humans had once been the dominant race in the western region, as they were in many other places.

No, more than that—the people there followed a religion that placed humanity at the top, and by suppressing the other races, they built a greater power than anywhere else.

But now, the balance of power had apparently changed dramatically, as the nonhuman races gathered, joined hands, and went on the counteroffensive.

Surely, the situation in the western region was still in the midst of changing.

Even so, when speaking of the western region, its religion was still the most important factor.

There was a saying in the world where I had lived in my previous life: Know your enemy and know yourself. After spending ten years in Shiyo, the new elven country in the west-central region, I had gathered a great deal of information about the religion of the western region, with which we were at odds.

The information had come through merchants, as well as from countries like Kofuru, Waiforen, and Jilcias, which were likewise hostile to the religion of the western region, so I couldn't take all of it at face value, but I thought I had gotten a fairly good picture...