Chapter 15

Helian left the throne room and this time properly slipped through the city gate to go outside the castle.

Escorted by the guards who saluted in unison, Helian observed the state of the town.

There were hardly any people around.

Due to the small-scale rebellion, all the residents had retreated indoors.

The sight of an empty market, usually bustling with people, was both fresh and terribly eerie, evoking a sense of melancholy.

Helian estimated that the scene must be around here.

Looking at the <map>, he saw a cluster of green dots representing allied forces around the corner. Focusing his gaze on a particularly large green dot, he confirmed that it was the Fifth Legion Commander. It seemed he was on the right track.

Turning the corner, Helian and his companions emerged onto the main street. The main street, wide enough for at least twenty people to walk side by side, stretched out before them.

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There, it was drenched in red.

The main street, usually filled with shoppers, was devoid of civilians, and the dismembered parts of something large and humanoid with horns lay scattered.

Around them, a red liquid, as if paint had been splashed, was splattered everywhere.

At first, it was hard to understand what it was due to its inorganic nature.

Approaching to a distance where he could almost touch it, Helian finally realized what it was.

"This is..."

An Ogre.

A dead Ogre.

Its right arm had been brutally torn off at the root, and its legs were pointing in the wrong direction, but this was not a doll; it was a dead Ogre.

Looking up from the ground to survey the main street, Helian saw that there were not just one or two, but numerous dead Ogres scattered around.

The South Main Street, known for its many specialty products, was now completely devoid of its usual appearance.

In the pharmacy, bloodstained weapons used for suppression were carelessly scattered on the shelves, and at the front of a store that usually sold fresh food, strange chunks of Ogre flesh, resembling avant-garde art, were hanging. The abdomen of one had been crushed, and white matter was protruding from its back, as if it had been struck with great force.

Burned and decapitated corpses were commonplace, and those that retained their original form were few. There were chunks of flesh scattered everywhere, and even corpses of several Ogres mixed together, resembling ground meat.

These scenes stimulated Helian's five senses with overwhelming realism. The wind carried the scent of blood, and the stench of death tickled his nostrils.

"..."

He barely managed to swallow the rising bile.

His stomach acid burned his tongue, but he couldn't vomit in front of Leive and Ertina. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the nausea, scolding his feet for wanting to step back.

...I underestimated it.

That was all he could say.

He now fully understood how much the expression regulations, which had been criticized as dull, had protected the players' mental health.

If Japanese gamers were to experience such scenes regularly, they would surely suffer mental breakdowns.

If a gamer who couldn't distinguish between reality and fiction were to be seen wielding a knife on a street, it would be easy to understand and accept that it was inevitable.

The scene before him was so shocking for Helian, an ordinary Japanese person—Sasaki Tsukasa.

"Is this... the main street?"

The South Main Street, usually overflowing with foreign tourists, was now littered with the remains of dead Ogres.

Why?

Because Helian had wished it.

The king had wished for the suppression of the rebellion, and the Fifth Legion Commander and his forces had carried out the order.

They had fulfilled their role of maintaining order, and this was the result.

"...Is the Fifth Legion Commander over there?"

As if fleeing from something, Helian walked deeper into the main street.

In front of a particularly large Ogre corpse stood a tall man with messy dark brown hair and a flamboyant shoulder wrap. This was Galdy, the commander of the Fifth Legion, which was primarily composed of demon and giant races.

"Ah, General. As you can see, the suppression is complete."

With a likable smile, despite his mafia-like appearance, Galdy turned to face Helian.

Dressed in a jacket armor made of magic beast materials and a fur-trimmed mantle, he looked like a barbarian, but he was indeed a legitimate legion commander.

He was a front-line character specialized in close combat, different from Leive.

Currently, he was in human form, standing over two meters tall, but his true identity was an Aulgermir, essentially a giant.

His rough abilities and personality were his flaws, but Galdy, with his imposing presence and unique charisma, was highly skilled in maintaining order and suppressing rebellions, though not to the extent of Balan.

The result of his high suppression skills was evident in the scene before them. The king's wishes had been fulfilled, and the task was completed.

"...Well done, Fifth Legion Commander."

"No, no, General. First of all, we couldn't prevent the rebellion from happening. This is our and Balan's fault. We're prepared for some punishment."

"No, the Ogres had all the conditions and groundwork for a rebellion. It was inevitable. I can't blame you."

He waved his hand dismissively.

This was also a way to show that he could forgive his subordinates' mistakes, but in reality, the rebellion was unavoidable. The conditions were too perfect.

If the founding celebration had been held, it might have prevented the rebellion, but who could have predicted such a ridiculous event as the entire city being transferred?

"Who was the leader of the rebellion?"

"Ah, that red-skinned Ogre lying in front of the weapon shop is the one."

Galdy pointed to a red-skinned Ogre.

A mutant Ogre.

Though it retained its original form, it was now a silent lump of flesh.

...I don't want to see it.

But this is, in a sense, the result I wished for.

I should witness its end.

Approaching the Red Ogre's corpse with determination, he saw a fist-sized hole in its abdomen. Looking up at its face, its eyes were white and cloudy, like those of a fish out of water. Suppressing the rising nausea, he burned the image into his memory.

"...Hey, Galdy. If you had been listening, you would have noticed that your manner of speaking to Helian-sama is inappropriate."

"Here we go again, Leive. You and Balan never get tired of this. Besides, the General himself has forgiven me for my speech. It's too late now."

"There are limits. Especially in front of the troops. At least maintain a minimum of decorum."

"Sure, sure. General, I have to deal with the corpses and clean up, so I'll be leaving now."

"Hey, wait, Galdy. We're not done talking yet!"

"Oh, oh. You two shouldn't fight."

Galdy tried to leave the scene as if to avoid trouble.

Leive, trying to stop him, reached out to grab his shoulder.

Ertina watched, considering when to intervene.

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Thus, no one could stop it.

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