Jill strolls over the beach at midday. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The salty sea breeze lifted her short black hair, and on the beach, a few crabs with shells on their backs quickly crawled over the sand and burrowed into moist, cool burrows. A few barracuda swam forward as fast as they could, but another, larger black fish swooped out and bit the rightmost one, startling the rest to flee. Beneath the cliff behind her, a group of pearl oysters are opening their shells and enjoying the sunlight shining underneath the water.

These scenes that were happening, and even every detail beyond, fell into her perception with the flow of magic. This is a skill that she is proud of, and it is also the reason why she has become famous in the mainland. She came here this time, not just to bask in the sun or take a walk on the beach, but to find the intelligent race that inhabits this sea.

Fritzians.

This ethnic group, often disparaged by the Kamal people, can actually live both in the sea and on land for long periods of time. They have the skill to create a cozy and warm house with a mixture of animal skins, fish skins, sand and gravel. The ornaments and coral crafts they made were also highly sought after among the nobility - the most valuable of them often had unique magical effects.

However, due to their lack of proficiency in land warfare and the lag of other races in the study of magic, the Fritzians have lost their land home since more than two hundred years ago, and can only live in seclusion in caves carved out of the coast and some small islands off the coast, struggling to continue their civilization.

"Hah, I found it."

Suddenly, a white wave appeared on the surface of the sea, and then turned into a water dragon that soared into the sky. A huge amount of water seemed to be lifted out of thin air by some invisible force, carrying a vague figure and landing on the beach next to the black-haired woman.

"Ahem...... Call...... ...... "The Fritz man struggled to brace himself up, gasping for air. Of course, they don't drown in the water, but they are brutally thrown to the ground, and they still can't breathe for a while, "You...... You want...... Do? ”

"Take me to your king." Jill said cleanly, "Let's go." ”

The Fritzians looked at her dumbfounded.

"Don't be in a daze, I'm not an assassin, and I don't intend to harm you." She waved her hand towards the sea, and an invisible blade cleaved the water, pushing it to the sides until the gravel seabed was exposed, "I just hate trouble, so don't delay me too much." ”

The Fritzians looked at the slowly closing ocean, swallowed, and nodded silently.

……

"How's the situation going?"

In the study, which was covered with golden wallpaper and surrounded by various sculptures and ornaments, Barrubares Grey Saint Violet looked at the brown-haired young man in front of him and asked in a deep voice.

As the current king of the Violet Empire, even if he is placed in an empire where all the people are martial, Barubares's prestige in swordsmanship can still be admired by most people. Decades of imperial life did not wear down his sharpness, but instead added some lofty momentum to this gray-haired middle-aged man with a serious face. His eyes were blazing, his expression was not angry, and he rested his chin on the table with his hands, waiting for an answer from the two opposites.

"It's almost all right, Your Majesty." Zakhar Iglein, a tall, brown-haired man known as one of the "Twin Emperors", bowed and replied respectfully, "All the major clans have agreed to join the coalition, and although the 'Bear King' does not agree to be the commander of the coalition forces, he has not explicitly expressed his opposition, and it seems that he joined the team as a warrior with his son. ”

Barubares chuckled in satisfaction. Larum's resignation as commander was expected by him. He thought that the other party would take the initiative to object, after all, Larum's parents were killed in the inter-clan war twenty years ago. When he learned that the man had joined the coalition, he was faintly disappointed - now it seemed that the aging lion was nothing more than a bear.

"So be it." His expression returned to seriousness, "Leos, you are here to be the commander of the coalition forces." Zakar, you lead the Tempest Cavalry of the Empire. Tell me, would you like to? ”

"I do, father." As the eldest prince and the other person of the Imperial Twin Powers, the 'God of War' Leos patted his chest and replied loudly, "I will let those barbarians understand what is really worth following!" ”

"I do, Your Majesty." Zakar bowed again, "In the name of the wind, I will not fail in my mission." ”

"Good." Barbares got up from behind his desk and turned to look out the window at the sunset. Looking out from the palace, pedestrians are constantly coming and going on the bustling streets of the inner city, and in the school yard on the other side, the Praetorian Guards are conducting their daily routines. The sunlight gilded the entire school field with a touch of gold, and the king of the empire stared at the warriors who were one in a hundred, and his heart once again swelled.

"Don't forget that this is just the beginning." He said word for word, "Tell me, Leos, what is the idea of the Empire?" ”

The sturdy young man, also with gray hair, clenched his fists to his chest and bowed to his father.

"On the continent, there can only be one empire, and that is us." He replied without hesitation.

……

It was nightfall, but even during the day, the sun could not reach the interior of this humble 'palace' made of white stone - the Fritzians did not like the sun because the heat would take moisture away from their skin and make them feel uncomfortable. The roof of the palace is planted with a fluorescent algae plant, bathing the entire hall in a soft pale green glow.

"That's a long story short." The black-haired woman waved her hand casually, as if she had said hello, "I'm the Wind Whisperer of the "Oath of the Lily of the Valley" mercenary group, you can also call me Jill." Of course, that's not the point. ”

The king of the Fritz sat at one end of the hall, glaring at her through the soft light. The guards that filled the hall wielded her spear discreetly, but she remained as at ease as she was in her own home.

"I see you're pretty comfortable." Jill chuckled, "Are you going to go on like this for generations?" ”

“…… What do you want to say? ”

"Maybe you have forgotten, but I have heard that after the Elna people, it was you who once ruled the seas and continents." She stroked her hair back to her head, "You can't forget the history of two hundred years ago, right?" Don't you want to do something more? ”

The man on the throne slammed the armrest and stood up in a rage.

"Two hundred years ago...... Because of the lich's machinations, we have to live on the ocean floor and on the island. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Now that you're saying something similar, do you want to wipe us out completely!?" You're—"

He let out a muffled grunt, invisible pressure forcing him to sit down, and the rest of the words were pressed back into his throat. He turned his head to look at the guards in the hall, and saw that they were also frozen in place, as if they had been frozen in place.

"I'm not interested in your destruction." Jill chuckled, "Of course, I'm not a race fighter who advocates equality. I am simply sending you a message with the idea that every race and every person should have free will and agency. As for what I'm going to do after hearing about it, that's none of my business. ”

Of course, the result of doing it has nothing to do with her, Jill thought to herself. Although in the bottom of her heart, she did have a little hope that she wanted to see the Fritzians and get a more equal relationship with other races.

It's about where she came from, and where she came from, the continent known as the 'Far East,' where God doesn't exist.