Chapter 342 – Repent, You Who Have Not Yet Awakened (3)
After the noble allied forces suffered an overwhelming defeat.
-So what do we do now?
The disposition of the nobles and knights was decided, and the remaining ones were prisoners who were left like duck eggs in the Nakdong River following their deaths.
1.5 million.
It wasn’t a problem that there were more duck eggs than I expected, but I plan to send them all back to their hometown.
“Everyone leave. Before I change my mind.”
“Count Permaten told everyone to return to their hometowns!!”
My words are conveyed to the prisoners through the article.
“Really?! If I go back home and bring my family, they will let me live in Permaten?!”
“Yes.”
Since I, the count, could not talk to each of the prisoners, the knights and magistrates spoke on my behalf and conveyed my thoughts to them.
“When you come to Permaten, I will let you live in Permaten’s territory. I will let you stay on the land outside the castle, build a house, and live there.”
“Oh, how…! No, that doesn’t make sense…!”
“Everything is taken care of by Fermaten.”
“No, but… !”
I tried to mobilize the knights and administrators of the Fermaten to turn the prisoners into our Fermaten, but this failed because of one problem.
“Are you telling me to leave my hometown now?”
“Yes.”
“Lord, are you telling me to die?”
The thinking of modern people and medieval people is clearly different.
“Leaving your place is impossible without the lord’s permission!”
There are cases where what is ‘obvious’ to me is considered a ‘deadly sin’ to them.
“Leave home and come to Permaton! That’s nonsense!”
For example, ‘freedom before residence’.
‘I didn’t think of this.’
There is no freedom of residence for ordinary farmers.
You have to live your whole life and die in the house you were born in.
“Ah, no matter how much it is a good place to live except for the Permaton living side by side with monsters, it is impossible to live here…!”
“But when you ask us to live here and even bring our families… Are you encouraging us to have our entire families murdered by the lord?”
“What on earth are you thinking…” ” !”
If you leave home and head somewhere, you can either register as an adventurer in your hometown and come to Permaten, or join the upper class and go on a long journey.
“Really? Then go back to your hometown quickly. If you really want to live in Permaten.”
Therefore, I plan to send them back to their hometown sooner.
“No…! Take our word…!”
“Those lords are all gone, so who can stop you from leaving your hometown?”
“!!”
Many people realized the reality only then.
“All the humans from the Noble Alliance that brought you here are dead. From nobles to knights, everyone, without exception.”
Most of them died in the infinite labyrinth, or those who decided to protect their human pride ended up in a deep, dark space.
“There is nothing more foolish than sitting here quietly when all your superiors are dead.”
“B-but… “
I expected the citizens of this country to have a level of citizenship that could at least go along with it, if not to the extent of shouting ‘Revoluchon!’, But it seems that the citizens outside of Fermatten were not like that at all.
‘It would be nice if you could be reasonably smart for me.’
The citizens of Permaten have a civic consciousness (?) That, if they feel like they are going to be screwed, they will drag the Count of Permaten or something, cut off his limbs, and make him a totem for maintaining the labyrinth. It was a bit unfortunate.
“First come first served.”
So a notice was issued.
“Yes?”
“I will give 100,000 gold as settlement money to the first 1,000 people who bring their families to Permaten.”
“!!”
How a courageous man takes a beautiful woman.
“You have to break the shackles on your feet yourself. I don’t need a slave, I need a citizen to live with me in Fermaten.”
“Where are the shackles?”
“There are invisible shackles on your feet, but if you don’t even notice them, I have nothing more to say.”
They tell people to come to paradise from the place they thought of as hell, but if they don’t even have the courage to break the shackles themselves, it’s right to just leave.
“Okay. The next 1,000 people will be given 90,000 gold, and the next 1,000 people will be given 80,000 gold.”
“!!”
The later you come, the less benefits you get.
No matter how much one is a citizen of the Middle Ages, one cannot tolerate being the only one to suffer a loss in a situation where everyone can benefit.
“Leave! Either you want to die in your hometown, or you can bring your family to Permaten! If you want to become a citizen of Permaten, you are welcome, but those who want to make themselves prisoners will die!”
Never.
It’s not because there isn’t enough bread to feed the enemies, or because it’s annoying to clean up the filth they produce.
“There is no one in charge of you, so if there is anyone who thinks I should send you back to your hometown, go there and argue with the survivors! That’s it!”
I simply liberated the prisoners according to the laws of the kingdom.
* * *
Was putting pressure using knights and administrative officials effective?
Did he feel afraid that he would be killed like the nobles, since nothing would be done for him if he stayed in Fermaten?
Or will he have the courage to take his family and leave this Permaten to live in peace?
“Yurdi. What do you think it would have been like for you?”
“In any case, I think I will return to my hometown first.”
The thoughts of Jurdias, who was of relatively low status among our knights and whose social status was most similar to that of the prisoners leaving for their hometown, were quite common.
“If it weren’t for the war, there are people who would never have left their hometown. Regardless of whether there is a story about nobility or not.”
“Hmm… “
“Each person has a different reason for leaving Fermaten, but I think the biggest reason is that they actually ran away out of fear.”
“Fear?”
“It’s a Fermaton that kills nobles, knights, and everyone who gets along well, but there’s no law against killing even soldiers. Hardly anyone would believe the crazy things that a crazy being says.”
“I see…”
Well.
What Jurdias said makes sense.
“There is no way you can seriously listen to the words of a demon lord who kills both nobles and knights while encouraging them to have sex with succubi and beastmen.”
In other words, some of the people will think like this.
‘I’ll give you my life.’
I’ll save your life gently, so leave before I change my mind.
“Yurdi. “What kind of people are they who return to their hometown?”
“They must be people who have family in their hometown.”
“Then what about those who don’t have family in their hometown?”
“…”
“What if there is no answer other than Permaton, and the only thing you can find when you return to your hometown is a dusty house?”
What choice should these people, who have no family or property to protect and are brought here simply because they need as many hands as possible in the war, have to make?
“Especially those who remember the feel of the warm milk tomb of a succubus.”
My hometown was just cold, harsh, and cold.
In the battlefield where they were dragged out, in the cold water, they could feel the warmth of the warm skin embracing them.
“The elderly, the virgins, the disabled. Those who have no partner, have been abandoned by their family even if they have a family, or have no hope even after returning to their hometown. What choice will they make?”
“Why not find hope in Fermaten?”
“That’s the correct answer.”
The same applies to about a thousand men out there who have not yet left Permaten.
“They remain like that, feeling like they are grasping at straws.”
Returning to one’s hometown is avoiding death.
However, if all that remains is despair, no matter how crazy the world is, all you can do is rely on a ray of hope.
“It is said that some of the prisoners captured by Fermaten live a good life by having sex with succubi.”
Since we had already fought several territorial battles, we could not stop the rumor from spreading among the soldiers.
“Yurdi. If you were in the same situation and a man like me appeared like this, what would you do? If he were a werewolf like Lycanslope.”
“Do you fuck me in the anus?”
“Just kidding.”
Sigh.
I gently grabbed Eurdias’s buttocks and held her in my arms.
“If an attractive person of the opposite sex is your partner, it doesn’t matter even if it’s a ‘beast’.”
Those who were not chosen by human women will find wives who will take care of them?
Even if it were a beast cosplay succubus, she would be happy to be the territory of Permaton.
“Ah. Huh. I’ll tell the knights. Those who choose to stay in Permaten instead of returning to their hometown. Impose labor on all of them. Labor… That’s right.”
I looked at the map on the table.
“Collecting the corpses that fill the battlefield and recovering the gold coins.”
If you want to live in Permaten, you will need to prove to yourself that you are a citizen of Permaten.
“If I were to entrust you with the task of recovering the gold coins shot by the Succubus Air Force, you would be able to tell whether they are truly citizens or not.”
“You’re testing me. Whether you can resist the temptation of gold coins or not.”
“Yes. Even if it is a gold coin stained with the blood of a person killed, a gold coin is a gold coin. Those who take it and run away are those who have disobeyed the lord’s orders and will be kicked out…”
Of course.
“Shouldn’t ‘my people’ who faithfully followed the lord’s orders be provided with a succubus wife each in their homes?”
