I Ask for One Last Lesson (1)

A few days later.

After passing through the plains where golden wheat fields rippled beneath a dazzling sun, an ominous atmosphere began to creep in... They felt it as they approached Saint-Roy—the commercial district of Gallia—along the road to the royal capital.

Every few steps, monsters appeared,

and ominous rumors about demon worshippers hung in the air.

-From now on, we’re closing all the national roads! At this rate, we’ll be overrun by monsters and won’t survive!

-The villagers in all the remote settlements have all been...

-Just what is His Majesty the King doing?

And the moment they reached the entrance to Saint-Roy.

Smoke from burning monster corpses rose everywhere.

The clear blue sky was almost completely obscured by murky smoke...