Chapter 38 What Happened Outside the Dungeon
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After that visit, Trash-san had been in a foul mood. He held himself back in front of me, but truthfully, acting that way toward a noble was a serious offense. If the guards had cut him down on the spot, no one would have dared to protest.
Touching the skin of a male noble was unthinkable. If I had caught an illness from some unclean townsfolk, it would have been unbearable. Still, being struck down by a male one came to console you would have been far too cruel, so I endured it.
Imperial Guards are trained females, educated in proper conduct toward males. They are fundamentally different from ordinary women
As for Maggot-san, I honestly couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Even when she was fixing my messy hair in the car on our way back, she looked the same as always. Maybe that’s just who she is—someone who accepts everything, good and bad, and puts my comfort before anything else.
After the harrowing dungeon incident and the political fallout, my Imperial Guards finally returned from Ichihara School to Kujukuri Town, where the air was thick with tension.
”Young master, we’re so glad you’re safe.”
”Yeah. It’s been a while. I’m happy to see you all again too.”
The one who entered my room was Sow-san, the leader of my Imperial Guard. I already knew she had returned through the mobile terminal, but she came in person to report everything and meet me face to face. Since men and women are involved, I couldn’t invite her into my private room, so we borrowed a separate one instead.
Now, I should probably remind myself who’s in my Imperial Guard. There are people I don’t often see, and to be honest, it’s been so long that I’ve almost forgotten some of them.
First, there’s Sow-san. She’s my Imperial Guard leader and the one who keeps everyone together. She’s an older sister type, with shoulder-length hair and a modest chest. At one point she was hospitalized, but she’s recovered and returned to service—an excellent and well-balanced person. Since she once offered me a severed head as her first tribute, she might still believe I’m some kind of Aztec god.
Next is Maggot-san. A quiet older sister with a gentle air and large breasts. She’s my personal attendant and the most obedient of them all. Sometimes I get the feeling she’d accept anything I asked, no matter how extreme—and that scares me a little.
Then there’s Cult Slut-san. She’s my tutor and has a strikingly beautiful face. When I went missing, she broke down mentally and dove deep into spirituality. She’s the one who taught me the common sense of this world.
Vocal Slut-san is one of my guards. At school, she and Sow-san were usually by my side. She’s tall—about 190 cm—with a ponytail and an athlete’s build. She’s like a big, innocent dog with no ill intent toward me, which only makes me want to corrupt that innocence someday.
Crybaby-san is a timid older sister who serves as a diplomat and peacemaker. Honestly, she hasn’t left much of an impression lately—she’s rarely around.
Then there’s Trash-san, part of the first Dungeon Exploration Squad. She’s my lifesaver, a handsome woman with a hint of decadence, though she was actually born poor and can be surprisingly down-to-earth. She doesn’t let me touch her often, and when I once tried to negotiate with pocket money, she gave me a terrifying look.
C*m Bucket-san is from the second Exploration Squad. She’s my personal favorite—a seductive older sister with long, wavy hair. She’s like the goddess Venus, born from the sea, full of sensual allure. We haven’t talked much, but I often catch myself watching her. She keeps pretending to stumble near me, probably still thinking I’m weak and fragile.
Then there was C*mslut, from the third Exploration Squad. Just thinking about her hurts my chest. I want to believe she’s still alive somewhere.
Flatty-san, from the fourth squad, was… exactly what her name suggests. We didn’t interact much, but she often argued with C*mslut. Honestly, I don’t know her that well.
Looking back, they’re all such unique people. Their names might all be terrible in different ways, but somehow, that’s part of their charm.
Today, after the incident in that mysterious forest dungeon, we finally gathered to discuss what happened and what will happen to me next. Things have finally started to move, though in a much more shocking—and troublesome—direction than expected.
I actually wanted everyone to be here, but since they were all too emotional about my condition, we decided that only Sow-san, as the representative, and Maggot-san, my attendant, would join me today. Of course, I plan to see the others later.
”Yeah. It was rough, but I made it back somehow.”
”Young master…”
The moment Sow-san saw my face, her eyes welled up with tears. She had been holding herself together, but her formal composure began to crumble. Even so, she tried to stay strong.
”I heard from Trash. You acted with great dignity in such dire circumstances. We all feel deep shame for not being by your side, but…”
”It’s fine. It’s not anyone’s fault.”
”B-but still…”
”Sow-san?”
”I’m just… so glad you’re safe…”
Her voice trembled, and she could barely continue. Tears gathered as she looked at me, her knees shaking as if her emotions had finally overflowed now that she could see me safe.
”Young master, your face… it’s hurt…”
Her trembling fingers pointed toward the small cut on my forehead. It wasn’t much—just a tiny scratch, probably from brushing against grass while escaping the dungeon.
”Oh, that? You noticed, huh?”
It was nothing that wouldn’t heal on its own. A little spit would probably fix it, and it wouldn’t even leave a scar. Children get scrapes all the time and heal quickly.
But to Sow-san, it looked like a terrible wound. Her face had gone pale. I didn’t think it was such a big deal, but seeing her so shaken made me feel oddly sorry for her.
”It’s alright. Just a scratch.”
I gave her permission to come closer, and she approached slowly, almost crawling, trembling with fear. When she finally reached me, she leaned in and looked carefully at my face.
”See? It’s nothing.”
”Please don’t say that. A wound on a male’s face is a serious matter,” Sow-san pleaded.
”It’s fine,” I said with a small smile. “I’m alive, and that’s what matters. Being alive is already a blessing.”
”…We failed to protect you…” she whispered, her voice breaking.
Sow-san’s throat trembled, unable to find more words. She already knew what kind of danger I had gone through—crossing an unrecorded dungeon and coming back alive. Even seasoned members of the Exploration Squad would have found that impossible without casualties.
”Young master… ugh… uuu…”
She choked on her sobs, clenching her teeth to stop herself from crying. I understood. Watching from afar, powerless and worried, must have been as painful for her as what I had faced inside.
After all, to them, I was nearly the reason they lived. If I hadn’t returned, I was sure some of them would have followed me in death—or worse, taken their own lives. That’s how precious the male master is to an Imperial Guard.
”Truly… I’m just so glad you’re safe,” she said again.
”Yeah. I’m home, and I’m fine,” I answered gently.
In that moment, she looked small—like a high school girl frustrated after losing a club match. And I was reminded that my Imperial Guards, for all their formality, were still just young women at heart. Even so, in this world, their age already counted as full adulthood. I wanted to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but I held back. The line between men and women was blurred lately, yet it wasn’t something I could afford to ignore. No matter what, I couldn’t mistake ethics for emotion.
I respected her duty, and I couldn’t allow our relationship to drift into carelessness. If I didn’t keep my composure as their master, they’d only worry more.
”Alright then,” I said after she calmed down. “Can you tell me what happened outside the dungeon while we were trapped?”
I had to keep my boundaries—especially with those I hadn’t already crossed the line with.
Once she caught her breath, Sow-san began her report.
”At first, it was treated as nothing serious. A small problem, they said.”
”What? That? You’re kidding,” I replied, stunned.
”That was the official announcement,” she explained. “The school stated that a minor issue had occurred inside the dungeon, delaying our return. Those left outside were instructed not to protest and to wait quietly.”
Her report left me speechless. Apparently, the information inside and outside the dungeon had been completely different. The school’s announcement came the same night the monsters attacked us—the night we barricaded ourselves in the tearoom. They told everyone it was just a minor issue and extended the outdoor lesson as a precaution.
”The next day,” she continued, “there was still no proper explanation. The school kept repeating that the male’s safety was guaranteed, urging everyone to wait patiently.”
”That’s absurd…” I muttered, frowning. It was an outrageous lie. By then, several males were already dead, and no one could leave the dungeon. How could they have missed that? If they had sent investigators, they would have known the situation was critical—the dungeon had become a death trap for any human being inside.
If they made that announcement knowing our condition, it was cruel deception. If they didn’t know, it was sheer negligence.
”So, you and the others… waited for us to come back?” I asked.
”Of course not!” Sow-san straightened. “We never trusted the officials. That very night, we overpowered the guards at the weakly protected gate and broke into the dungeon.”
”What? You actually went inside?”
She puffed up her shoulders proudly, her eyes gleaming. Apparently, by the time the Horned Owl attacked, they had already entered the dungeon. My blood ran cold.
That was… reckless. Terrifyingly so.
”You were lucky to come out alive,” I said. “Attacking guards, entering the dungeon—you weren’t even part of the Oath of Fealty Ritual. You were just ordinary citizens.”
”For your safety, young master, nothing else mattered,” she said firmly.
”R-right… thank you.”
Her confidence was reassuring, but at the same time, she had just confessed to openly defying the regime. Still, I couldn’t scold her. It took terrifying courage to dive into a dungeon unarmed, relying only on determination.
”However,” she continued, “while searching for you, we encountered the Ichihara Imperial Guards who entered the dungeon at the same time. They captured us… I’m deeply sorry. We were not strong enough.”
”No, it’s fine,” I said. “If you’d kept moving, that Horned Owl would have torn you all apart.”
That thing could rip ordinary humans like paper. They were lucky to be alive at all. Still, Sow-san’s face remained clouded.
”Even so, I can’t help but feel regret… After that, we were detained in Ichihara’s holding facility.”
She then told me what happened while she was imprisoned. The situation had escalated into an unprecedented protest within Ichihara itself—so intense it nearly split the country in two.
To put the sequence together: the reason the school insisted on hiding the truth was because a certain noble family in Ichihara was involved. They were connected to a faction within the top academy that had claimed to solve the mystery of the forest dungeon’s monster appearance conditions, declaring it safe. Using that declaration, a group of female council members from that noble house pushed to adopt the outdoor lesson system for male students, gaining prestige and authority.
That noble family sat near the very core of Ichihara’s power. For them, admitting a dungeon disaster would stain both their political and academic honor. So the academy faction, the council members, and their clan all conspired to suppress and minimize what happened.
In other words, from the very start, there had been political pressure to conceal the truth about the dungeon incident. That pressure slowed down all communication and responses. Ichihara’s political world tried to handle the crisis alone, assuming they could deal with any casualties later through compensation. But the reality was far, far worse than they had imagined.
The first sign that a male had died inside the dungeon came from one of the Exploration Squad’s Imperial Guards. Normally, during outdoor lessons, every student is accompanied by their Imperial Guard who has completed the ritual. But one student had, by chance, left his Guard waiting outside.
There is only one reason an Imperial Guard loses her Psionic Power—when the male she serves dies. So when that Guard outside suddenly found herself unable to use her powers, it sent a wave of terror through everyone nearby. The school administration immediately tried to cover it up, working frantically to control the story, but the truth leaked out within two days.
Once the news spread, chaos erupted—not only among the Guards of the students who were on that lesson, but among the Guards and students from other regions as well. Even then, if only they had gathered a joint rescue team from all the regions, things might have turned out differently. It was around that time, when we were still hiding inside that hollow tree. I don’t know how many lives could have been saved, but surely some would have made it if help had come.
But Ichihara’s government made a decision no one could have predicted—one so selfish and foolish that even considering the times, it was inexcusable. This disastrous choice was born from the council members’ deep suspicion of others. They weren’t driven by hatred for the students, nor by fear of sending rescuers against powerful monsters. What they feared was that if Imperial Guards from multiple regions entered the mysterious forest together, someone might steal a mystical object hidden within the dungeon.
The only mystical object I knew of was the remains of the Stork, but there were others just as valuable. If any of these treasures—Ichihara’s main source of wealth—were stolen in the chaos, it could cripple the country. In some cases, it could even shift the balance of power between regions and lead to national collapse.
So they decided to burn the dungeon down—monsters, students, and all—to prevent that risk. And before the plan was carried out, they imprisoned any Imperial Guards who might resist.
It was a kind of end-of-the-world logic typical of the warring states era. They called it “risk administration,” and the council members, perhaps out of confusion or desperation, voted in favor of the purge. Part of their reasoning was that strong mystical objects would not be destroyed by mere fire, which made the plan seem more acceptable.
But this decision ignored the hearts of the women on the ground. The council members didn’t understand the conscience of Ichihara’s own citizens. Neither the school staff nor the local Imperial Guards could bear the thought of personally killing males who might still be alive.
The plan was eventually executed, but some women leaked the horrifying truth of Ichihara’s actions throughout the school. From there, everything fell apart. Imperial Guards rushed toward the burning forest; students, terrified and disgusted by Ichihara’s response, returned to their home regions. The school was forced to shut down.
The Guards of the fallen students, enraged by the government’s cruelty, attacked Ichihara’s political offices. They killed several key figures—including the assembly council members who had ordered the burning and even the academy principal. But in the aftermath, every one of those Guards was slain, and their actions only hardened Ichihara’s stance.
Ichihara then demanded reparations from the regions those Imperial Guards had come from. Around that time, Sow-san and her companions managed to escape confinement. Riots had broken out in the city, and they slipped away while the guards were distracted.
During the formal protests and rescue negotiations that followed, word came from Tateyama Town that I had returned safely. Apparently, Trash-san and C*mslut’s Psionic configurations were optimized for survival, giving them a better chance of making it out alive. They had even resolved to die fighting if they had to. They spent the following days gathering information and handling the aftermath, which explained why they returned much later than the others.
I couldn’t help groaning as I listened. Outside the dungeon, things had spiraled into chaos far worse than I had imagined. I knew a male’s death would never go unnoticed—but I hadn’t expected it to escalate into near civil war.
”Wow… So while we were in the dungeon, the outside world turned into this mess,” I murmured.
”Yes, young master,” Sow-san said softly. “And now, I must ask you to look at this.”
She stepped back toward the corner of the room and retrieved a small box resting on the desk. It was a small wooden case resting on a purple cushion.
”What is it?” I asked.
”Please, open it,” she said.
I hesitated for a moment. Whenever Sow-san handed me something like this, I couldn’t help but brace myself. It wouldn’t be another severed head from some government official, would it? I really hoped not.
Carefully, I opened the seal. Inside was a folded sheet of paper wrapped in bamboo skin. It looked like some kind of official letter, maybe addressed to an important person. I unfolded it and scanned the contents. The writing was elaborate, but the message itself was simple.
It was an emergency conscription order… a draft notice.
”What is this… a red paper?” I asked quietly.
”Yes,” Sow-san replied. “A request for your military service, young master. Kazusa Province has entered a state of war.”
She stood straight as she explained.
”Ichihara has failed to contain the crisis. Now, nearly every region in the country has risen in rebellion for independence. And taking advantage of the chaos, the nation of Hitachi has begun advancing southward. Battles have spread across the entire southeastern territory of Bandō. Therefore, every male with an Imperial Guard in Kujukuri Town has been conscripted without exception.”
I almost couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
According to Sow-san, the entire Chiba Prefecture had fallen into the chaos of war—and on top of that, Ibaraki Prefecture, just north of Chiba, had begun its assault.
”What? R-really?” I asked, my voice cracking.
”Yes,” she replied calmly. “I’m sorry for the delay in reporting. We wanted to confirm the situation before troubling you.”
”But… Kujukuri Town didn’t look any different. I saw people yesterday, and no one seemed worried.”
”They’ll be the last to know. It’s quiet for now, but within a month, the first battle will likely begin.”
”I see… that’s…” I trailed off, unable to finish.
I couldn’t believe it. While I had been relaxing, an independence war had begun. It was too sudden, too unreal—but the documents in my hands confirmed it.
Looking again at the official seal, I saw clear instructions for deployment, signed by the Kujukuri Town Assembly itself. It wasn’t just addressed to me, but to every male in town. That could only mean one thing—total war had begun.
”Even so,” I muttered weakly, “what am I supposed to do in a war?”
I felt completely lost. It all sounded like something from a dream, distant and without weight. Was I supposed to grab a rifle and charge into battle? I couldn’t even imagine it—and honestly, I doubted I’d be of any use.
Sow-san must have noticed my confusion. She straightened and nodded with quiet certainty.
”Please don’t worry, young master. You will not face any danger.”
”What do you mean?”
”Males do not fight on the battlefield,” she explained. “What’s required is the contribution of fighting power.”
”In other words… lending out Imperial Guards?”
”Yes,” she said firmly.
So that was it—offering my Imperial Guards to serve the town was considered my military duty. I wouldn’t have to fight myself. For a moment, I felt relieved.
”Good. So I won’t be the one going to war.”
But that relief didn’t last long. A shadow of doubt crept in. Would they really come back safely? Could I trust the system that borrowed them?
”Officially, it will be said that you, young master, answered the call to arms,” Sow-san continued. “In practice, only we will move.”
”Then what should I do?”
”Just continue your normal life. There’s no need to worry. Not every Guard will be summoned either. The war will be decided among women, while men wait in peace.”
”Can I refuse, though?” I asked.
”In theory, yes,” she said. “If you offer one of your fingers instead, it counts as refusal.”
Apparently, when war broke out, males could choose: either lend their Guards to the town, or surrender a single finger. The finger’s nerves would be harvested to grant Psionic Power to a substitute woman—a grim human offering. It was like giving the town one new Psionic user in exchange for your exemption.
I was shocked to hear it, but at least it meant I wouldn’t have to fight personally. As usual, the ugly side of things was kept from men; the women and Guards would quietly bear the pain behind the scenes.
I turned the red paper over in my hand, watching it flutter between my fingers.
”One finger… just one,” I murmured.
”I know this must have startled you,” Sow-san said gently. “But please rest assured—someone as young and not yet fully adult as you will never be sent to the front lines. Besides, Trash’s Psionic Power isn’t suited for direct battle; it’s more valuable in ways that benefit the town. There’s no need for concern.”
”Yeah… I suppose so. It’s just surprising. Sounds like there isn’t much for me to do.”
”If you wish, young master, there will be gatherings where men can drink tea and talk. It helps to ease one’s nerves during wartime.”
Sow-san didn’t look worried at all. Perhaps this was normal in this world. Even with a war beginning in our own town, she seemed calm—like this was just another season’s event.
Apparently, wars here belonged to the women, while men were relegated to the sidelines—drinking tea, discussing battles like spectators at a tournament.
During the conflict, there would even be daily male gatherings—social events to help pass the time and relieve anxiety. Men could discuss battles, victories, and losses over sweets and tea, as if it were a game. It was like a noble’s wartime social circle.
At least no woman intended harm toward men, and none of us would be in danger. Still, something about it unsettled me.
”But won’t it be dangerous for everyone else?” I asked quietly. “My Imperial Guards aren’t exactly well-liked. I’m worried someone might send them into danger out of spite.”
After all, battlefields were places where lives were lost. I didn’t know how wars were fought in this world—there were Psionic Powers, mystical artifacts, and probably even guns or cannons.
”That concern has already been addressed,” Sow-san assured me. “Trash’s abilities have drawn attention from several influential figures. They’ve formally requested that none of your Imperial Guards be deployed to dangerous front lines. That’s thanks to your power, young master.”
”Well, it’s not really my power,” I muttered.
It seemed Trash’s talent had already been booked solid—she was in high demand. I hadn’t found much use for her abilities myself, but among the Imperial Guards, she was making waves. Thanks to that, my team wouldn’t be treated like expendable recruits thrown into suicide missions. That alone was a relief.
Still, I wondered what kind of “war” this really was. If this world had already seen something like a World War II, then battles between Psionic-powered Guards weren’t likely to be traditional duels. Maybe the real fight took place aboveground, with the labyrinth of dungeons serving as hidden support routes beneath.
Whatever the case, it didn’t seem as dire as I first feared. It wasn’t the kind of all-consuming war where no one could leave the front until everyone was dead. That thought let me finally breathe again.
”…That concludes the conscription details,” Sow-san said formally. “Most males need only give their approval. Your support alone is enough.”
”I understand,” I said quietly. “So… war has really begun, huh?”
I bit back the rest of my thoughts. The balance of power between regions—and who might actually win—was beyond me. And Sow-san didn’t offer any further explanation.
Honestly, it wasn’t as if anyone needed to tell me which side Kujukuri Town was fighting for, or what we were even aiming to achieve. For a mere regional male like me, such matters were far above my station. All I was expected to do was believe the official announcements, wave a flag, and keep quiet in the rear. That was how it worked—for me, and for the women around me, even my Imperial Guards.
Still, part of me wondered—if I pushed a little, asked out of “concern,” would Sow-san tell me more? She always wanted to keep me safe, to shield me from hardship, like a child she had to protect.
I sighed. “Whatever. I’ll ask later,” I thought. For now, it was better to listen to her.
”So, what do you think I should do, Sow-san? And what about the others?”
”I believe answering the conscription is best, young master. Please, leave everything to us.”
”And what if I refuse—offer my finger instead?”
”Y-young master…”
”I mean it. If it keeps everyone alive, maybe that’s not such a bad option.”
She looked at me with pained eyes before finally speaking in a careful, pleading tone.
”No one uses that system. Only the very elderly, when their Imperial Guards have grown too old to serve. To do so as a young man… it would ruin your reputation entirely. You’d be branded a coward, a disgrace to male society.”
”I don’t care about that,” I said. “I could just leave the town, live freely somewhere else with everyone.”
Her face went pale. “Wh-what are you saying!? That’s… absolutely forbidden!”
I hated the idea of others getting hurt for my sake. But Sow-san’s reaction was almost desperate—her eyes welled with tears.
”I could never allow that,” she said, voice trembling. “To make a male bear such a burden for our safety— I… I couldn’t forgive myself!”
She bit back tears again. She must have been deeply moved that I would even consider such a sacrifice, though that wasn’t my intention.
I was being honest. I wasn’t saying it to impress her. So I asked more directly.
”Have you ever thought about leaving the town, Sow-san? Really—if everything were lost, I’d be fine starting over somewhere quiet with everyone.”
She hesitated, clearly shaken. “That matter… w-well, yes…”
From her faltering explanation, I learned that before telling me anything, they had already prepared for such a scenario—one that included even my exile, in case Kujukuri fell.
Normally, Imperial Guards had deep family ties and were loyal to their region. But my Guards weren’t like that. They’d already considered what to do if they had to take me away.
I pictured it for a moment—living together somewhere far away, maybe Hokkaido or Okinawa, far from the dungeons and the female-dominated society. They’d follow me anywhere, I knew that. I really was free, in a strange sort of way.
”Not realistic, though?” I asked.
”It is possible,” she admitted quickly. “It is—but for you to say such kind words… young master, you are too kind, I…”
”Don’t cry again, Sow-san. We’re getting off track,” I said gently.
”Y-yes. In any case, I still believe responding to the draft is the most prudent choice.”
She explained that, normally, males feared *not* being conscripted. In this society, it was a disgrace to have only weak Imperial Guards, to contribute nothing to the community. Refusing the draft meant losing status among other men, like being mocked for cowardice in one’s hometown.
By the world’s standards, I was just overthinking it.
Even if I fled, life as a runaway male would be miserable. Rumors traveled fast—especially about those who refused conscription. Such men became breeders, living in silence and isolation. No marriage, no future—just existing as tools for reproduction. That was the fate of a man who contributed nothing.
”A happy ending, huh?” I muttered bitterly.
Of course, my Imperial Guards would never accept such a fate. They’d rather die than let me fall to that level. That was the fundamental difference between us—between their devotion and my desire for peace.
”I understand,” I finally said. “But please, tell everyone what I said exactly as I said it. After that, I want to hear their thoughts again.”
”Yes, young master!” Sow-san straightened. “I shall deliver your noble words to everyone—every syllable, without error! They must know how compassionate you are!”
”Wait, you don’t have to—”
”I must! Everyone must hear this at once! Please excuse me!”
Before I could stop her, Sow-san’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she turned abruptly, opening the door and dashing out like a storm.
I stared after her, stunned. “…She’s gone,” I murmured.
”Yes,” Maggot-san replied quietly.
Unlike Sow-san, Maggot-san was calm, composed as ever. She moved closer and stood beside me in silence. The air, tense just moments ago, softened instantly.
”I believe your thoughts are most admirable,” she said gently.
”What do you think, Maggot-san?”
”War is the way of the world,” Maggot-san replied, her voice steady. “But Your Lordship should follow your heart. I shall stand by you, no matter the path.”
”I see. Yeah… Alright. If anyone’s in danger, I won’t care about appearances—I’ll stop them, no matter what.”
I answered quietly, resolved. If someone I cared about was at risk, I’d cry, beg, and do whatever it took to keep them safe.
Then, deciding to make use of the calm moment, I asked about the situation Sow-san had glossed over. Apparently, this wasn’t just some simple independence war against Ichihara. Her earlier explanation had been the censored, male-friendly version.
”So… who exactly is Kujukuri fighting right now?”
Maggot-san bowed her head slightly and replied,
”To the north, Inubou. To the south, Isumi and Kamogawa. Kujukuri is besieged on both sides.”
”So we’re not all fighting Ichihara together?”
”No, my lord. Regional independence is already irreversible. The neighboring towns seek our food supplies amid the chaos. Such is the nature of war.”
I exhaled slowly. Things had become far more complicated than I ever imagined. And to make matters worse, Inubou—that northern town—was Yukari-san’s homeland.
Notes:
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
• Kazusa Province – A region cited in Chapter 29 dungeon records defining unreturnable dungeons. Serves as a geographic and academic reference for explorers.
• Yukari – Dora’s imperial guard, the one who hide in MC’s wardrobe. Twintail.
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