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Volume 3 Chapter 51

Plotting to rebel

The back town is located across from the World Tree and on the other side of Alheim’s Royal Castle. It was dim even if it was daytime, as the World Tree blocked out most of the sunlight in the backstreets.

A muscular man, which was unusual for an elf, was drinking alone in a rundown bar situated in a corner of the place. He reeked, as he was bathed of alcohol.

[Damn it, why did it have to be me?]

The man who was muttering was the former general of the country’s army, the one who had fought Haruto in the first round of a martial arts tournament to determine who would marry Tina, and lost.

He had lost his job after the tournament when Haruto had blamed him for losing so easily.

But it wasn’t because he was weak.

His opponent was just too strong

In fact, the former general was the strongest in Alheime aside from the Elf King and Sarion, the steward who served the king.

The nobles had taken the liberty of letting the former general fight Hurt, who was an obstacle to the tournament, in order to get him out of the tournament quickly.

But it wasn’t a bad thing for the former general. He defeated the human boy and abstained, claiming ill health before the next battle with the son of a nobleman.

He was going to get a lot of money for that alone.

But still, he lost. And that cost him, destroyed him.

Things did not go according to his plan, and the angry nobles demanded for the king to change his general.

The Elf King tried to stop them, but since he was defeated so easily, all the ministers eventually agreed to change the general, and he was forced to give the general a forced discharge.

And here he is now, lost and blinded by the large sums of debt piled up before him, without a job.

The nobles did not even pay him the money.
They said that they did it because he had lost – because they had been defeated.

He had no family, so he poured his heart and soul into his warfare and training his men.

But he was not a perfect warrior.

The wages he had earned from his position as a general were mostly consumed by women’s games and alcohol.

His house had been rented by the army and now that he was discharged, he was evicted.

He received a small amount of severance pay, considerably reduced by his dishonorable discharge, and now he was here drinking alone.

The door to the bar, which was about to collapse, opened with a crumbling sound.

[General, you’re here!]

An elf with an eye patch over one eye walked in.

She was one of the former general’s troops.

[It’s you… I’m not a general anymore. Don’t call me that.]

[But I’m not…]

The former general was aware that the eye-banded elf was in love with him.

Ever since he had saved himself from being attacked by a demon so long ago, he had been desperately trying to repay the former general for his kindness, training his body to rise to the position of deputy commander of the national army.

[You’ve got a job to do. Go back quickly. Maybe you can be the next general.]

[No, you’re my only superior officer! The army is no use for me since you left… also, I just beat up the nobleman who taunted you, and got discharged from the army!]

[You’re… an idiot.]

While he said this, the former general was happy, but at the same time, he was ashamed of his current state.

He had no home and no money. He was reduced to a man who simply drank in this backwater town.

[…What are you talking about?]

[It’s because of that race that you’re being mistreated! It’s the Elf King’s fault!　It’s the fault of the nobleman, the minister! It’s this country’s fault!]

The elf crowded in on the former general, and removed his eye patch.

[You, your eyes!]

The eyes, which should have been blinded by a demon attack long ago, were glowing red as they stared at the former general.

Suddenly, hatred began to grow from the depths of the general’s heart.

I hate him.

I hate that human that humiliated me.

I hate how the Elf King discharged me from the army.

I hate the noblemen who plotted against me, the ministers.

I hate this country. I hate it.

The general’s heart was blackened with hatred.

[I want revenge on my country. Can you help me?]

[Of course.]

[What the hell are you guys talking about?]

The owner of the bar, who had heard this conversation, tried to run away.

However, a few steps forward and collapsed on the spot.

His back was pierced by the dagger thrown by the eye patch elf.

Despite the fact that his men had killed a citizen, the former general thought nothing of it.

[I want my revenge to be as damaging as possible. What can I do to achieve that?]

[Just leave it to me. Let’s bring despair to all who live in this country.]

[…Yeah, that’ll be fun.]

With that, the former general and the female elf left the tavern, and disappeared directly into the darkness of the streets.