"Next, even if the demons are repelled, the battle will continue for a long time. Those remaining demonized magical beasts and the already polluted land are all our enemies!"
And Ian's tone did not stop for a moment, he proclaimed without hesitation, "Moreover, the destruction of the Isale Domain's stronghold and the final retreat chaos of the Nineteenth Legion evidently prove that we have traitors among us!"
"Someone has turned to the Fiery Flame Land, siding with the demons, wanting to revert our hard-earned changes back to the past, and even worse—losing lives and becoming raw materials for the Cursed Soil!"
"Can we agree to this?"
"We absolutely do not agree!" The resounding calls echoed behind every screen, in front of those chamber of commerce screens, those city halls, those small terminals at construction sites, and beside every car speaker patrolling the countryside, people shouted together.
