The Arklight Empire.
A large country located in the center of the Ixion continent.
Feared by many, both allies and enemies.
An economic power and one of great military might.
In that country, there exist seven duchies.
In one of those duchies lies a unique place in the world.
Granville Duchy. Northern Zone, White District.
A man was getting out of his bed in an inappropriate manner.
Very expensive liquor bottles were falling off the bed.
The bed was very large, in fact, excessively so.
Beautiful, young women were there.
The man was a very corpulent adult.
His stomach was larger than that of a pregnant woman; it looked perhaps like the belly of a bear.
His body hair was so robust that it covered almost his entire body.
"Ah!"
Trying to get down from the bed, he fell onto a woman's chest. His face moved in a very repulsive way.
He left the woman alone and finally stood up.
Due to his large belly, he walked in a very comical manner.
After putting on his robe, he called for a servant.
The man had a vulgar expression; some of his teeth were missing, others were golden.
He had a bad odor as he didn't bathe much.
His hair was black and messy, as was his beard, which covered almost his entire face.
He had small eyes, and his irises were green.
The man yawned, and when the servant entered.
"Do you desire something, Duke-sama?"
This individual—Casimiro von Granville, was one of the great dukes who ruled the borders of this country.
"Aaaaah! I'm hungry. Hey, tell the cooks I want 15 steaks, 30 hamburgers, and lots of alcohol."
"Understood. By the way, a letter arrived for you this morning."
Casimiro received the letter with the hand that had been scratching his crotch moments ago.
"It itches a lot... oh, this is big."
The letter had content that only the lord of these lands should read.
Casimiro turned around to change.
"A great celebration is approaching! Tell the cooks to rest for now, as I have to go somewhere to corroborate the information."
The servant was glad that the cooks, who spent 24 hours a day in the kitchen, would get a break, but he felt puzzled by what his lord said.
"May I know where you are going, my lord?"
"To the tower."
The servant shuddered, not from seeing Casimiro's naked body, but from what he said.
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The northern zone of the Granville Duchy was a very beautiful place.
The buildings were white.
Rich people walked through the beautiful, painted streets.
Fine shops selling clothes, accessories, and other items were on display.
It was a great commercial district, in other words.
"As I said, I won the competition yesterday."
"Congratulations. Who did you compete against?"
"This time it was against a beastman of the tiger race. I had to use a lot of strength because, due to his body, taking him down was very difficult."
A young couple was having tea in an elegant restaurant.
The tables were glass, but their chairs were not normal.
They were people. Beastmen, to be precise.
Muscular men and women of strong races were their seats.
On the streets, children were walking their pets.
They were children or women of small and docile races.
They walked on all fours through the streets.
If a child told them to bark, they barked.
If they were told to roll over, they did.
If they said "die," they did it. Because if they didn't obey...
"Why don't you obey me?!"
They would receive a beating.
A girl with bunny ears was being beaten with a cane.
It was because her owner ordered her to lick the sole of his shoes, which were smeared with mud.
Elsewhere in that district.
"Hmm, which one should I choose?"
An elderly man was with his son.
They were in front of a slave shop.
The merchandise was new.
Beautiful women dressed in a bikini, to both hide and show what was necessary.
One of them was a girl entering puberty.
The door was always open, because she belonged to a race similar to gazelles.
She ran.
The owner and the customers saw that, but didn't move.
"Dad, that idiot escaped!"
"I know, son; we'll be able to see a bit of entertainment."
The girl, with tears, ran for her life.
The speed she reached was that of a motorcycle.
She arrived in a few minutes at the district's limits.
A large decorated wall was at the boundaries.
A huge gate with guards smoking was there.
The girl used the strength of her legs to make a great leap to the other side.
She succeeded.
Once her feet touched the ground.
"Where do you think you're going?"
A mysterious voice heard behind her.
She couldn't see who it was, as she was kicked hard.
She spun around a few times and crashed into some boxes.
Her face was disfigured.
It was just a light kick, as if stretching your legs.
Blood gushed from everywhere, and her teeth were scattered around the place.
Tears ran down her cheeks, and under that intense sunlight, she observed a man dressed entirely in black.
He was a guard.
"That's the 4th idiot today trying the same thing. I wonder if they let them escape on purpose?"
"I don't think so." –Another man arrived.
"Humans are idiots, but wasting food is absurd."
"You forget that only pigs live there. On the other hand, in the Gray Zone, West District, things like this happen, and we've complained. The items for sale are not toys."
"Is that so? In the Red Zone, East District, it's different."
"I don't want to know what they do there."
The guard grabbed the girl and dragged her down the street.
She begged for them to end her torment.
On the streets, various buyers could be heard.
"Half price! Take your poisoned swords at half price! A strong poison was used, so killing your targets will be very easy."
"We offer discounts for a limited time! Any drugs you want, whether to make someone sleep, hypnotize, or fall in love. Everything discounted!"
"Slaves! Strong men! Beautiful girls! Do you wish to buy a slave?!"
A normal, ordinary commercial district, it seemed.
Buyers from different zones of the empire came.
Unlike the White District, where only prestigious nobles can enter.
The Gray Zone is a place where anyone can enter, as entry is free.
No one can commit a crime, as guards are everywhere.
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In that same district, there is a place called the Underworld.
It's an underground fighting center.
Anyone can enter.
But not just anyone can win.
The size is that of a soccer stadium.
The top is open so light can enter, but events usually only happen at night.
A man was eating fried chicken, looking at the notice board.
"... There are no events today."
He was the champion.
The highest authority of this place.
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West District, Red Zone.
A place that shines at night.
The air emanated expensive perfumes so the girls would smell very good and captivate the guests.
All the streets were full of brothels.
Large and small.
From affordable prices to extremely expensive ones.
The main of these places was one known as the Palace of Pleasure.
It measured the same as a skyscraper.
The entrance was golden; the lobby was full of beautiful women welcoming the clients.
One of them was a well-dressed man with a large belly; his mustache and hair were combed to the sides.
It was Viscount Clover, who approached a manager.
"Is the item still available?"
The girls in this place had two purposes.
To please a client for a night. Or to be sold to one.
Many chose to come willingly; others weren't so lucky.
This place gathered the most beautiful women and sold them as if they were simple items.
"Yes. No one has bought her because her price is very high."
"Perfect!" –Shouted the viscount with joy.
"The price remains the same."
"I know. In two days, the payment for my services at the palace will arrive in my account."
"Understood; please enjoy the place in the meantime."
"Thank you."
◇◇◇
At the highest part of the palace, which looked like a tower, a girl was chained.
She looked at the bright sky while singing a sad song.
The song was from her homeland.
A man arrived at the door.
She gave a look of panic at first, but then relaxed.
It was the manager from before.
He smiled at her and said.
"Finally, there's a client who came to buy you. All these years that we've been taking care of you so you would grow up well have finally borne fruit."
The girl kept singing her song while looking at the sky.
"Don't worry; you have two days left to continue enjoying this place. I'll be honest with you; it's very sad to lose you because your songs are good, even though your sad melody discourages us sometimes."
"We'll give you the best dinner in these two days you have left with us."
When the man closed the door, the darkness once again illuminated the room.
A tear ran down her cheek.
"Though night may soon fall, it will not protect us from the demon that watches from the skies. ♪"
Her eyes focused on the center of this place.
A large black tower that seemed to want to hide the sun was the target of her bright eyes.
"Sleep, sleep, sleep now. Or else, the red demon will eat you. ♪"
There, the true ruler of this place rested.
This place, commonly known as...
"I wish for a knight to protect me from that red demon. That hero who liberates us all, the one we long for. ♪"
The Lawless City.