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Chapter 112: Centrair

Centrair is the royal capital of the great power Astrea. 

Boasting a population of 1 million people, it is the continent's largest city and a cultural center. 

A nightmarish disaster struck six months ago. 

Suddenly, the people were helplessly overwhelmed by the onslaught of demons that appeared in the center of the city. 

　

Centrair has never tolerated an invasion in its thousand-year history, and it is undeniable that the people were careless, but could they imagine being attacked from directly below the capital? That would be difficult. 

What's more, the attack started in the middle of the night, when most people were asleep. 

Many of the forces were neutralized by the simultaneous attack, which took place when they were asleep, and by the time the surviving knights, guards, and adventurers from the guild began to resist, the battle had already been won. 

Additionally, the fact that the main royal family members had left the capital, and the capital was left thin due to the absence of military forces such as the Seven Holy Swords, was also a factor in the early defeat. 

The population of the royal capital, which was said to be one million people, has now drastically decreased. 

Half of them were killed during the disaster, and among those who survived, children and young women were taken to the empire one after another to be used as slaves and livestock, and the elderly and men were consumed as food for monsters. 

The current population is no longer less than 100,000. Of course, they were unable to leave the city, and were forced to spend their days simply waiting for their turn to be taken away or consumed as food. 

Fortunately for the people, the Empire side was also short on manpower due to its small number of elites, so the surveillance state was relatively lax, only blocking the exits. 

Therefore, although you can move relatively freely in the city, it is not a very hopeful situation. 

However, people did not give up on survival. 

Because Centrair has built a new city on top of an old city, it has an extremely complex structure, and many people have taken refuge in the intricate underground spaces. 

In addition, there are naturally multiple evacuation shelters located all over the country in Centrair, and at one of these shelters, discussions were being held to find a way out of the current situation. 

“What are we going to do, Guild Master? Are you planning to stay idle like this?”

The person who spoke while suppressing his irritation was a young man with waist-length fiery red hair. Jamil is an A-class adventurer from the Centrair Adventurer's Guild. He is a man who was lucky to survive the disaster six months ago. 

"Calm down, Jameel. I understand how you feel, but if you move now, the situation will only get worse. I'm in this situation too, so I'll wait for my chance until I have the strength to fight properly."

Guild Master Oscar, a former S-class adventurer, calmed Jameel by saying that, but he had lost one leg and one eye, and was in no condition to fight properly. 

"Damn, at least if one of my brothers was still alive, I wouldn't let them do whatever they want..."

Jameel grits his teeth in frustration as he looks at the man and woman lying in the back of the shelter. 

Two S-class adventurers, Valentino and Sofia, were staying in Centrair at the time of the disaster. 

Valentino is Jameel's older brother, and Sophia is Jameel's childhood friend and S-class magician. 

Unfortunately, the attack hit the inn where they were sleeping, and both of them are still unconscious. 

Jameel happened to be staying at a friend's house, so he was safe. 

"...They're both so seriously ill that it's a wonder they're still alive. They won't be of any use in the fight..."

Wounds can be healed with potions, but missing parts and severe injuries cannot be cured. 

It is possible with high-level recovery magic, but people who can use recovery magic are rare in this world. 

There are many people who don't have the strength to fight, such as priests and sisters, and most of them have probably been killed or have already been taken away. At least not in this shelter. 

"Then what about Estrella of the Seven Holy Swords? He's in the royal capital, right?"

"Estrella is the last shield that protects the barrier of the royal palace. As long as the barrier is maintained, he may be alive, but he will not be able to move."

The seven holy swords are supposed to take turns protecting the barrier of the royal palace. In the current situation where there is only one Seven Holy Sword, he cannot move. 

“…In the end, we have no choice but to wait for help from the outside or for a miracle to happen…”

Maybe Jameel could escape by himself, but he's not the kind of person who can escape leaving behind injured people and children who can't fight. 

Oscar dares to say this because he likes Jameel. 

"Jamir, as the guild master, I would like to make a request to you. Escape from Centrair."

"What!? Don't be stupid! Can you escape leaving everyone behind?"

"Don't get me wrong, you know that if things continue like this, we'll end up in a stalemate, right? We need to somehow get in touch with the outside world and defuse the situation. And right now, you're the only one who can do that."

Oscar appeals to Jameel with a serious expression. 

"But, where should I go?"

"It's Alcalise. The Four Holy Swords and Her Highness Celestina are over there. On the other hand, if Alcalise is no good, this continent will be over..."

I entrust my last hope to the neighboring country Alkalize, which has the second-largest military power on this continent after Astrea. 

"...Okay, leave it to me. I'll definitely come back to help---"

"There's no need for that."

Jameel's words filled with determination were interrupted midway. 

When the two people turned around in surprise, there stood a young man with black eyes and black hair wearing an ominous robe. 

(You're an idiot... Jamil aside, if you don't let me get any sense at all...)

"T-teme! Who are you?"

Jameel is also a talented person who became A-class at such a young age, and he definitely has the potential to reach S-class in the future. 

I understood just by confronting him. 

"I can't win against this man," he said. 

If it's an enemy, it's over. 

I can't stop sweating cold. 

Suddenly, a black-haired young man opened his mouth. 

"I'm Kakeru, an adventurer. I'm here to help."