is the benefit the master receives from the samurai.]

Although the world was vast, I thought there wasn’t anyone who would work as hard as a samurai, who regarded the missions from his lord as his life and death.
And yet, here before my eyes were the Kingdom’s Stuart family, who, even including the little children, were eager to defeat Over.
Just what could have driven them to do this?


That said, they were still, after all, children.
I was sure they would start crying from fear when they saw Over.
And no parent would leave their crying children alone.

My mission was to guide them to the colony of Over as fast as I could and have them return to the Kingdom as soon as possible.




by some chance…

by some miracle…’


After Melsa-dono went back to the Kingdom, the Emperor, the Shogun, and even I, once thought there was still hope for our country.

How pathetic.

Humans are forgetful beings.


The moment I saw Over‘s stems starting to bending over all at once, I realized just how impossible it was for us to fight our fate yet again.


The size of a full-grown Over, the danger of its supple body, and the leaves and seeds that were heavy enough to make the hard stems bend.


Isn’t this a place of despair? Isn’t this hell?

Right now, a place of despair and hell is this place.

There is no more room for hope, miraculous chance, and extraordinary occurrences here.





Among the other Imperial Japanese-style carriages, some carriages were shaped like a box without windows, which looked very unusual by our standards.
The Stuart family came out from one of those peculiar carriages and stretched their bodies.

We had traveled the road for several hours non stop because we were in a hurry, so it was understandable if the family felt lethargic.

Our destination, too, was the hellish propagation place of Over.
Even the samurais were trembling when they headed there for their guard duty shift, so I guessed it couldn’t be helped that small children would also tense up.

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