As far as the eye could see, it was like a desert; nothing could be seen except for the monotonous red and black earth.
This is truly a catastrophe. I don't know what caused the Displacement Incident. But if I find out who caused it, even if they initiated it to save the world, I won't forgive them. I will definitely prevent another Displacement Incident from happening.
But there are no "ifs"; the Displacement Incident has already happened. I don't know exactly how the magic to return to the future works—whether it changes the future or returns to a different timeline. But for now, I am powerless over events that have already occurred.
Eris remained silent in my arms. She wasn't actually as resilient as one might imagine. She would cry loudly when losing a loved one and feel terrified when faced with things she couldn't handle.
Although I spoke with her yesterday about the possibility of Ghislaine being with her parents, she probably can't help but let her mind wander without seeing them. After all, there's no proof that people staying together would be teleported to the same place. It's possible they were together one second but teleported to different locations the next.
With her father and mother's weak combat strength, it would be fine if they were teleported to a safe city. But if they were sent to a dangerous place, they would likely face more ill than good.
According to the history I know, although I don't know where Philip and Hilda were teleported, they certainly passed away after the displacement.
In this delicate silence, Eris and I traveled together for two weeks, venturing deep into the Fittoa Territory, and finally arrived at Roa.
This should be Roa; the city walls, the houses—everything is gone. This makes it very difficult to distinguish the specific location.
However, the dried-up moat and the hill where the Boreas Family's ancestral home was located in the city are still there, so I shouldn't be mistaken.
Eris got off the horse from my arms and ran to the site of the house. One could still vaguely see the foundation laid when the house was built.
She stroked the ground, her face filled with loneliness and desolation. Her eyes, which hadn't cried along the way, were once again filled with crystal teardrops.
She turned her face away from me as if trying to stop the tears from flowing. She kept wiping them with her sleeve. But even after her sleeve was soaked with tears, she couldn't stop crying.
I felt great sympathy for her. For a twelve-year-old girl, no matter how strong she usually is, it is already very rare to not make a scene after suffering such a great disaster.
I stepped forward and held her tight in my arms. Suddenly, like a flood bursting through a dam, she let out a loud cry. Her constant sobbing turned into hysterical screams.
She released all the pent-up frustration in her heart and the sorrow she felt when seeing the desolate sights along the way all at once.
Her crying didn't gradually stop until the sun set and the silver moon rose.
I set up the pot for the fire and prepared dinner. Eris just sat on the ground, staring at the campfire in silence, sobbing occasionally.
After the rice was ready, I served a bowl and handed it to Eris.
She looked at the rice in the bowl and said nothing. I shook my head helplessly, served a bowl of rice for myself, and sat down beside her.
"When I was an Adventurer, I encountered something. It was while I was passing through the Three Great Magic Nations on the way to the Bihiel Kingdom.
Between the Three Great Magic Nations and the Bihiel Kingdom, there is still a very large piece of land. That land is about the same size as our Asura Kingdom.
There are many small countries in that land, and each one is often in a state of constant war. Attacking and fighting each other has become the norm.
In every war, the victorious country would burn, kill, and pillage the enemy's territory. Many civilians became slaves and were taken by enemy soldiers to be sold everywhere.
On the road, I encountered a group transporting slaves. That group of rogue soldiers had over five hundred people, and they even thought about turning my team into slaves. Later, they were all wiped out by me.
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