﻿\setgamedatatitle("Kiros  \nThe Second City, Denfrosk")

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Günther was at an inn in a corner of Denfrosk.
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He was supposed to be there with his subordinates and a
priest who had fled from Kazatoria... or so he thought.
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\text("Adolf")
I'm sorry, I looked away for just a moment...
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At his subordinates' feet, a corpse lay sprawled.
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It was one of the priests from Kazatoria they'd tracked down
for questioning.
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\text("Günther")
No, the fact that he killed himself means there was
something he really didn't want us to know.
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Or maybe, talking would mean betraying Winga... and he'd
rather die than do that.
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\text("Günther")
The gathering is still going on, right?
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\text("Subordinate 1")
...Should we send in a spy?
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\text("Günther")
I'll leave the selection to you. I don't want to put our own
people in danger, but we don't have much choice.
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Saying that, Günther shifted his gaze to the wall.
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On the wall was a wanted poster of the Demon Lord, stabbed
with a knife. Next to it was one of Günther himself, stabbed
in the same way.
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\text("Adolf")
...It's not exactly a pleasant sight.
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\text("Günther")
But this alone isn't enough. If we had some solid evidence,
it'd be a different story...
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Since the Great Flood, Günther had his subordinates
investigating the Winga cult.
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If it were just a simple gathering, keeping an eye on them
would be enough.
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But between what they're doing and the recent flood, there
are too many suspicious things about them.
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\text("Günther")
Keep investigating. What's the status on retaking Kazatoria?
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\text("Subordinate 2")
Well...
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\text("Günther")
...Are you running into resistance after all?
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\text("Subordinate 2")
No, it's not resistance exactly... It's just, something
feels off.
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\text("Adolf")
Kazatoria itself is peaceful, actually.
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\text("Günther")
............
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\text("Adolf")
Monsters are eating with the citizens, going in and out of
shops... I even heard one of our spies had drinks with them.
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\text("Günther")
...What?
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\text("Adolf")
On top of that, they're handing out food and helping the
citizens with their daily lives.
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\text("Subordinate 1")
So, we really don't know what to do... Honestly, if we take
it back, we'd just be forcing them into hardship again...
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\text("Günther")
...Hmm.
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So basically, being occupied has actually been a blessing
for the citizens of Kazatoria―?
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\text("Günther")
...I'll have to see it with my own eyes. I can't believe it
just from what I've heard.
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Where does the Demon Lord Army's true intention lie? It
seemed necessary to find that out.
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\text("Rebecca")
Alright, thanks for waiting~
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\text("El")
Ooooh~~~!
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\text("Noro")
Oooooh...!!!
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El and Noro let out cries of admiration at the many dishes
placed on the table.
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Every single one of them was handmade by Rebecca.
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\text("Tiela")
For now, I've gathered ingredients from Moomoon and
Rebresque.
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\text("Tiela")
They're all suited for cultivation in cold climates, so I
think growing them in Kiros won't be a problem.
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\text("Risbell")
...Um, was it really necessary to go this far?
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\text("Caym")
If we're going to taste test, it might as well be delicious.
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Starting with Rebecca's specialty stew, there were sauteed
vegetables, simmered dishes, salad, fried foods... a whole
array of dishes lined up.
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\text("El")
Nom nom nom, munch munch munch!
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\text("Noro")
Munch munch munch munch munch munch!
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\text("Risbell")
As expected of Rebecca-san. It's exquisite as always... but
I wonder if they'll accept it...
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All the crops here will be exported to Kiros. That includes
the farming methods as well.
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It's not enough to just give them food―they need to learn
how to survive on their own.
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That's why I wanted to see the crops that could be harvested
in Moomoon and Rebresque, which are close to Kiros within
Lusario.
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...Why it turned into a tasting party, even Risbell didn't
know.
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\text("Rebecca")
Well... I think it'll be fine, don't you?
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\text("Risbell")
I've heard that to the followers of Winga, foreign teachings
are considered heresy.
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\text("Risbell")
From now on, even the pure believers will become
subordinates of the Demon Lord Army. If they don't accept
it, the citizens will...
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\text("Rebecca")
When you're hungry and life is tough, if you have to choose
between the Bible and food, most people pick food.
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\text("Rebecca")
If the believers see people eating delicious meals and
looking happy, they'll understand too.
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\text("Risbell")
...I wonder. Munch, munch.
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\text("Tiela")
No matter how much you're fighting, if you share a delicious
meal together, you'll make up―it's the same thing.
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\text("El")
Sofe, hahahi haf, haf, munch!
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\text("Noro")
Haf, munch munch munch!
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\text("Risbell")
...You two, please calm down and eat. No one's going to take
it from you.
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If things went that smoothly, there'd be nothing to complain
about.
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The Winga faith spread its teachings by preying on hunger
and the hardships of living in harsh environments.
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From their perspective, anything that would undermine their
foundation―
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like improving the environment or spreading foreign farming
techniques―wouldn't be welcome.
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Even if we purify them and bring them to our side, they
might never fully accept us.
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No matter how much time we spend, friction with the citizens
will arise.
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\text("Risbell")
(If only I could at least make it clear to everyone that
they're 'evil'...)
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\text("Caym")
So, where are we attacking next?
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\text("Risbell")
It was decided at the last war council... Denfrosk, and then
Adonai after that.
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\text("Risbell")
The former is one of the few agricultural regions. That's
why you had them gather the crops grown there, right?
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\text("Caym")
Was that it? I wasn't listening.
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\text("Risbell")
At least pretend to feel bad. I can't even get mad at you...
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\text("Caym")
Well, don't worry about it. Once we're done tasting, let's
go conquer them right away. Munch munch.
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\text("Risbell")
That was also decided at the war council earlier, you
know...
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―And so, as soon as the tasting was over, Caym and the
others set out for Denfrosk.
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―The roars of monsters echoed through Denfrosk.
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At that moment, the expressions of Denfrosk's defense force
tightened.
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Watching them from a distance was Günther.
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He had already given a certain order to the defense force.
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No matter what happens, survival is the top priority.
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And, even if it means surrendering, they must protect the
lives of the citizens.
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For a soldier, it's an order that would normally be met with
resistance.
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A soldier should protect the lives of the people over their
own.
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Let alone surrendering―that's out of the question.
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But they accepted that order.
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Because they understood it was something the commander had
thought through.
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Soon, even Günther could see the army of monsters emerging
from beneath the city.
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At the front of them was a Diabolica man―the Demon Lord
himself.
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\text("Günther")
...Let's see what you've got, Demon Lord.
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And so, as Günther watched, the defense force and the Demon
Lord's army clashed.






















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