Chapter 7
And I was soundly defeated.
âFarming?â
I could still vividly remember Basilâs light scoff at my words.
âYouâre too frail to do something like that. Youâll get yourself into serious trouble.â
âKkeung!â
âCamilla, deal with it.â
The Grand Duke, who had just called himself frail, effortlessly peeled me off with his thick, muscular arm. Then he left the room without a second thought.
âWhy?!â
Had I been too hasty?
âMaybe I wasâŠ.â
A complete strangerâa little kid, no lessâsuddenly talking about farming and whatnot. I couldnât really blame them for dismissing it as the nonsensical ramblings of a child who knew nothing about the world.
But I was in a hurry, too!
âBecause you keep trying to kick me out!â
I even had Uncle Paul waiting outside!
Besides, I couldnât just sit around doing nothing anymore. BecauseâŠ.
I glanced sideways.
As though it had been waiting for this exact moment, white letters popped into view.
âItâs here!â
An errand. And not just any errandâit was a huge one!
[An errand from the God of Earth has arrived!]
[Checking the contents of the errandâŠ.]
Poof!
[Challenge! Hoeing the Soil! (0/5)]
[âThe first step toward self-sufficiency. Farming is the foundation of all things.â]
You might wonder what was so amazing about merely hoeing the soil.
âHeh.â
Youâd change your mind after seeing this!
[Errand Reward: 200 Pure, Pollution-Free Holy Power Stickers]
âGasp!â
Even seeing it a second time was enough to make my breath catch.
Not two stickers. Not twenty.
Two hundred!
Two hundred!
How could I possibly pass that up?!
At the same time, though, I was a little puzzled.
âIs hoeing the soil really that difficult? I only have to do it five times, too.â
After thinking it over carefully, I reached a conclusion.
A reward this extravagant must mean that hoeing the soil here in the North was far from easy.
Just in case, I sat down on the floor and tried poking it repeatedly with a fork, pretending I was hoeing.
But, as expected, it was completely useless.
All I got out of it was a round of applause from Head Butler Camilla, who happened to be nearby.
âCould it be that thisâŠ.â
I stared at the white letters as though trying to glare them into submission.
[âFarming is the foundation of all things.â]
âDoes that mean if I farm here, I can earn a whole bunch of Holy Power?â
My heart began to pound.
I desperately wanted to get outside and try hoeing again.
âBut before thatâŠ.â
I moved my cheeks up and down.
âGood, good. Youâre eating well.â
First, I had to finish my stew!
The moment I opened my mouth, a huge spoonful came flying in.
By now, I had become Head Butler Camillaâs dedicated stew disposal unit.
To be fair, I was absolutely starving. I hadnât eaten properly since yesterday.
Gulp!
I swallowed the stew and fired off a polite little bow.
âHead Butler! Thank you so much for letting me use warm water, sharing your stew with me, taking care of me, and everything elseâŠ. Thank you so much!â
âOh, hush, hush. Here, ahââ
âSo, speaking of which, could I maybe have a hoeâAaaah!â
The moment I opened my mouth wide, another spoonful went straight in.
Chew, chew.
I was a perfectly capable child who could easily eat stew on my own, but for some reason, the head butler refused to surrender the spoon to me.
âHm. I think itâs been about three thousand years since I last saw such a cute little creatureâŠ.â
Well, she looked happy, so perhaps I could put my dignity as a wonderful child on hold for a moment.
I obediently accepted each spoonful while surveying my surroundings.
It was a spotless, neatly organized bedroom.
Judging by the layout, it seemed to be a fairly respectable two-story mansion. Still, it certainly wasnât the sort of residence I had expected a Northern Grand Duke and war hero to live in.
âBut⊠Head Butler, why is His Grace the Grand Duke staying here? I naturally assumed heâd be living in the Grand Dukeâs Castle.â
âHmm.â
âAnd there donât seem to be many people around, either.â
âThe Grand Dukeâs Castle has yet to finish being repaired. We dismissed nearly all the servants some time ago.â
âWhat?â
âWeâve reached the point where we need to cut labor costs. The only people who remain are the knights.â
I blinked.
Things seemed to be in worse shape than I had imagined.
âI remember he received quite a bit of money as compensation for winning the war.â
Where had all that gone? Had they spent it all on managing the territory over the past two years?
However, Head Butler Camilla didnât seem inclined to explain any further. She merely patted my cheek a couple of times.
âMore importantly, how do you find the soup?â
âYes! The potatoes are so fluffy, and the potatoes are really soft, and, um, the potatoes are incredibly savory, too!â
âHoho. Iâm sorry. Potatoes were all that remained in the storeroom. If you had come around next week, you could have had some meat pie.â
I sprang upright again.
âThat meansâthat means! Were you subtly saying that I can come back here next week?â
âNo. I meant exactly what I said. A hypothetical regret over something that wonât happen. Something along those lines.â
âI knew itâŠ.â
Poof.
My body slumped back down.
âHead Butler. Canât I just live here? Give me a house! Give me some land! Thatâs the only reason I came here!â
I pulled the Northern Settlement promotional pamphlet out of my pocket.
Head Butler Camilla vigorously ruffled my hair.
âWell, if it were up to me, Iâd certainly like to let you.â
ââŠâŠ!â
âBut despite appearances, he is my one and only superior. I have no intention of disobeying His Graceâs orders.â
âAwâŠ.â
Seeing my disappointed face, the head butler poked my cheek.
âYour chubby cheeks are all grubby, too. How cute. Still, donât take it too hard. I have no idea where you even found that discarded promotional pamphlet, but⊠you arenât the only one weâre refusing.â
âHuh?â
âFor the past several months, weâve been politely turning away everyone who comes here.â
âWhy?!â
âWe have nothing for them to live on.â
It was the simplest answer imaginable.
âMonsters appear. The land is cold and barren. There are mines, rivers, and forests, yes, but⊠well. The pollution is so severe that even approaching them is difficult. Under these circumstances, wouldnât increasing the population be reckless?â
âThe pollution is really that bad?â
At my question, the head butler gazed out the window.
My eyes followed hers.
In the distance, I could see the towering snow-covered mountains of the North.
And alongside them wasâŠ.
âWhoa. Thatâs scary.â
A massive, dark-red peak.
I swallowed hard.
âBigger than you expected, isnât it? Thatâs the corpse of the Mad Dragon.â
âYesâŠ.â
That was right.
It wasnât a mountain peak at all, but the corpse of a Mad Dragon that had died halfway up the mountain.
It was simply so enormous that it looked as though a new peak had risen from the earth.
It had been a five-hundred-year-old dragon, so for the corpse to completely decay would probably take five hundred yearsâŠ.
No, perhaps even longer.
âHow did the Grand Duke Basil defeat a monster like that? Just how strong is he?â
Crackle, sizzleâ
Black smoke writhed upward from the peak and rose into the sky.
The heat and poisonous miasma pouring from the corpse were tremendous.
That was why the Mad Dragon remained a headache for humanity even after its death.
ButâŠ.
ââŠWhoa. Wow!â
The black smoke couldnât spread any farther and quickly dissipated.
It was all thanks to the white sealing pillars installed throughout the area.
âDad made those pillars!â
I searched through my memories.
Back when no one could withstand the evil energy radiating from the dead Mad DragonâŠ.
It had been the holy knight Dantellion who erected six pillars with an immense amount of Holy Power and created a barrier around the area.
He had appeared alone, seemingly out of nowhereâŠ.
And finished the whole thing in a single night.
Just like that.
Thanks to him, the North had at least become a place where people could live.
It was truly the kind of legendary feat worthy of a holy knight whose name would be recorded in the history books for generations to come.
âHe was such an incredible holy knight.â
And yet Dadâs Holy Power, because of meâŠ.
ââŠ.Kaya? Little one?â
âHm? Y-yes?â
âYour cheeks have stopped moving. Ah, is that mountain frightening you?â
âOh!â
I resumed chewing.
âNo!â
âWhere was I? Ah, yes. The pollution.â
Head Butler Camilla continued.
âThe poison released from that corpse is being contained fairly well, but there was nothing we could do about the contamination that had already spread. Aside from this village and a few roads, almost none of the land has been purified.â
âI seeâŠ.â
âIf there were even a temple in the North, perhaps things would be different. But there still isnât a single temple here. âŠDamn that imperial family. They promised they would build us a temple, thenâŠ.â
Head Butler Camillaâs voice gradually grew more and more ominousâŠ.
âIn other words, thereâs no one to periodically purify the various parts of the territory.â
There simply werenât enough holy knights or priests, so they were always sent wherever the need was considered more urgent.
And I knew that the people deciding what counted as âurgentâ were always adults, whose personal circumstances inevitably colored their judgment.
âThe situation in the North must be worse than I thought.â
Chew, chew.
âThat must be why His Grace is living down here in the village like this, too.â
This wonât do.
I had to do something.
If I did something useful, maybe theyâd let me stay here because I was such a good little kid!
I quietly stared ahead before blinking once.
As though it had been waiting for me, white letters appeared before my eyes.






