This world is not perfect.

It’s wrapped up in such a theme, equipped with detailed evidence from one to ten.

Like a vicious pile of cause and effect that collapses at the slightest touch.

So the monster that can’t be dared to touch rolls carelessly, trampling and crushing numerous lives.

Without any guilt, truly shamelessly.

Zion thought that what was happening in this village right now was just like that.

“Teacher!”

“Please stop them!”

It was when Zion and his young disciple had just come down from the hill.

From the entrance to the village, the atmosphere seemed chaotic, and as soon as the people saw him, they pleaded anxiously.

The place they pointed to was the village square.

There, soldiers in dark blue uniforms from Bayon were yelling at the villagers.

The child, seemingly frightened by the sight, clung to Zion’s clothes.

The child seemed to sense that her fear had become a reality, and was groping the world that came to crush her with endlessly anxious eyes.

Looking down at his waist to check the disciple’s complexion, Zion sighed, detached the child, and entrusted her to one of the villagers.

Then he went straight to Bayon’s soldiers.

“What’s going on?”

The soldiers looked up with a grimace at Zion’s question.

But after seeing Zion, they were rather taken aback.

Although now familiar to the villagers, in fact, Zion Laurel was a figure who didn’t fit at all with this rustic village.

He had a superior grace that needed no showing off, and it wasn’t hidden by a cheap shirt or crude glasses.

So the Bayon soldiers could not help but notice Zion’s aristocratic atmosphere right away.

“I asked what’s going on.”

When the soldiers’ silence stretched, Zion asked again.

Even his softened voice made them more tense.

These lowranking individuals all belonging to Bayon were commoners, so they could not but find this nobleman daunting.

So the soldiers, who were haughty just a moment ago, were now dumbstruck with dismay, and on the contrary, the previously suppressed villagers shouted.

“They want us to leave the village right away! It’s after winter, and there’s nothing left, it’s like telling us to starve to death outside!”

“Right! Without any plan, just telling us to leave, what are we supposed to do?”

As people poured out their grievances, the soldiers’ eyes turned grim again.

But they dare not move and looked to Zion’s reaction, and suddenly stood straight, facing somewhere, shoulders pulled back.

The monotonous sound of hooves and a new voice joined in next.

“What’s all the commotion?”

It was a very elegant voice. The fullness of dissatisfaction contained in the softness was particularly aristocratic.

The man riding into this bustling square, holding a whip and dressed in the same dark blue uniform as those soldiers, was clearly distinguished by the epaulets, medals, and embroidery on his shoulders, chest, and sleeves.

He was clearly a noble, and the villagers reflexively bowed their heads.

In the meantime, a soldier called the man on the horse the investigation commander and reported the situation.

“There are those who do not obey the eviction order.”

The investigating commander muttered with a displeased voice after hearing the report. Then he looked down at the villagers and clicked his tongue.

“How ignorant must you be to need an explanation in this situation? You’re the ones who almost died from the curse.”

The villagers shrank at the contemptuous rebuke.

The investigation commander seemed dissatisfied even with that, hitting his palm with the handle of his whip, and singled out one resident.

“You, speak. What’s the problem?”

At his demand, which could be either permission or command, the pointed person hesitated and spoke.

“The curse is severe, and it is justified that we should move. But most of us have nowhere to go right now. So we need at least minimal support for settling down……”

“If you have nowhere to go, why not devote yourself to the landlord?”

“Are you saying we should become peasants?”

“It’s better than dying from a curse.”

The villagers doubted their ears.

For decades, leaving the land they had cultivated was sorrowful, let alone becoming a slave to an innocent person.

People who had mouths but no right to speak reddened their eyes in despair, and those who were allowed to speak swallowed their resentment and pleaded.

“Rather than that, please let us stay in the village. Even if the famine comes, we will handle it.”

“What are you talking about, handling it? If the curse devours you and overtakes another city, will you take responsibility for all the damage?”

However, the leader of the investigation team seemed to have already reached a conclusion and stubbornly questioned.

So the speaker stopped talking, and Zion, unable to bear it, opened his mouth instead.

“Please be faithful to your investigation mission first.”

That murmur added cold water to the square.

“If you hurry to cover it, you won’t be able to avoid a reputation for incompetence in the future.”

“…Who are you?”