Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from th

You have to wait for the night to cross the Gigas line.

No matter how much monkey security, military facilities, the absolute defense line of humanity. It wasn't exactly like being able to get out under the daylight.

"Say hello to those kids. I hope you and your stuff are safe."

"I'll take care of it. But isn't that an extra word?"

"Yes, supplies and family letters are just as important as your life, okay, because if you don't, you won't understand me!

"Huff, in a humane way. Yes, I'll make sure we get it to that ward over there. So..."

Until evening I rented a bed of tarts.

Then I was vigorously woken up at this rate and left for the south in a carriage with her rough companion.

By the time we arrived, it was already after sunset. And then I crossed the Gigasline of the current Giant Castle, and went west, and I was put down in a quarantine ward of destination.

"I believe in you, so do it! And if there's still a girl named Liseri... say hello..."

Instead of responding, I looked back and quietly nodded.

I'm glad it doesn't work for free. In sending you support supplies, you are going to get what a big backpack made of leather.

There is no problem with the loading itself. However, anti-gravity boost usage and constant activation will allow you to use the magic that you have put in until today.

I turned my back on the galleries called the Dark Organization of Society and laid my hands on the wall of the Gigasline, climbing it up slowly.

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

No major obstacle such as this appeared ahead, as did the wall.

A dark forest on the demonic side that lasted everywhere, endless whether it went on or not.

There were signs of the monsters, but all that strikes them are extremely low intelligent insect systems and slimes, bears of excessive strength and mediocre demonic forests to the extent that baggage-targeting goblins appear on the fly.

And I returned it, and proceeded.

To isolate a sick person in a place like this is a creature with a cruel heart.

When the moon that was floating in the true east rose about fifteen degrees, I was finally finding an isolated ward of ethanophilia - something that seemed like it.

"This is again...... what a well, huffy"

The quarantine ward was hidden in the woods that made it a high ground.

I assumed it was a fine building because it was about a ward, but the real thing was a surprisingly poor minister.

A tall wooden fence with wired needles surrounds the site, and there's nothing like a decent defense.

On the contrary, the interior buildings also looked surprisingly poor and rough, with wooden borough shops and small fields just lining up disorderly.

"This is the ward......? Didn't you just dump the patient in the outside world..."

There was a wounded gate at the entrance inside.

So much so that if a giant demon clan hits you, it's going to blow up, it's also aging terribly.

In ease, that seemed to be the name of this abandoned ward.

"Ah... that, who...?!

"Somebody's here! Guys, be careful, you don't know!

Jumping over the gate and into it, pale skinned patients warned me faraway.

It's supposed to be a cathedral food robe, but is that all this is, is this a world where you can't even trust the people outside?

"Hmmm...... are there any adults?

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Another strange thing happened. That fact was keeping my spine cold.

This quarantine ward had an unusually low age group...... I couldn't find an adult no matter how much I looked for with all the kids.

Eosinophilia is not a disease that leads to death because it just alters the color of the skin. Yet there are only children...... ominous.

"Then please bring the delegates here. Rest assured, I am not an enemy. It's just a volunteer cat."

I unloaded my luggage to the ground of dirt to solve the antigravity technique.

So I finally understood. I can't help but think I'm a dangerous monster when I bring such large baggage in this physique.

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've had such a heavy labor, I thought I'd bend my back."

With my backpack on my back I waited.

Slowly until the delegates here showed up, surrounded by pale-skinned children under the white moonlight, we just focused on healing fatigue.

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

"Hi, I'm Liseri, the delegate, for once. Sorry, everyone here is scared of people outside..."

This quarantine - no, the representative Liseri inside showed up. You must be the kid Tart was talking about.

She was still a young woman with long, dark hair on pale skin and an intersection of adult and child nature.

"Nice to meet you, young lady, my name is Electrum Bell, and I brought you support supplies and letters at the forceful request of the antique-store tart"

Try untying the backpack.

Then the kids watching this one on the faraway roll never jumped out of their minds one after the other.

"Letters…"

"Food too......!?

"A letter to me too, there is...?

That all reaches out to me, demanding food and letters.

Some of them seemed to notice my catseye and lag behind.

"Calm down, guys, don't let Mr. Electrum get in trouble. Food is equal, let's all share...?

"Well, wouldn't it be okay if I were as far ahead as a letter? Uh, Keith, Lilia, Ann."

I take a bunch of letters out of my backpack and raise the name of the recipient.

The pale-skinned sick lifted up their hands gladly, and received it from my hand that it was mine.

The letters from the family eventually disappeared, and all that remained were children abandoned by their parents.

"I'm sorry, this seems like the only time. … but look, there's so much food under the letter."

Some kids were discouraged, others shined their eyes on a lot of food support.

Almost the majority are dried meat and other dry products. I packed as much as I could pack something light, and the tarts let me have it.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Electrum. I feel sorry for the kid who didn't get the letter, but I'm used to it..."

"No, it's just a job."

"Please come to our house if you like. Nothing, but at least tea."

"Oh, I'm glad. I was just tired."

The backpack was carried to the warehouse by four of the children inside.

They seemed so happy to have meat for breakfast tomorrow.

Dropped it off, and I was put through to the house of Liseri in the back of the inside.

There were eight beds in a small building, with tables and chairs in just a few spaces.

"Herbal tea, some people don't like it, but this is all I have. Excuse me."

"No. That welcome is above all a pleasure, thank you. Hmmm... unique but not bad"

I don't know what herbs are, but that tea at room temperature had a sober feel to it.

I also know that there are people who don't like it, there is a good aftertaste.

"True... good. Thank you, Mr. Electrum, for a little while now, I don't think I need to get a twitch..."

"Excuse me, that's a question. It only looks like the younger ones, where did the adults go?

Liseli shook her head quietly to the side.

I've been wondering a lot since just now, she doesn't try to look at me.

"We're going out looking for food from the elderly. When someone comes out who doesn't come back, the next older kid joins it, it's a scary world out there..."

"I see I've asked a bad question."

Its eyes, which were never opened wide, were finally opened.

My eyes are white and cloudy. Even if I lowered my hood to try, it didn't make any difference in Liseri's complexion.

"I, with these eyes, cannot go outside...... Still, if it's about taking care of everyone around you, I can. Strange thing is, when humans get used to it, they seem to know where and what's going on and who lives there."

Ethiosis is not a contagious disease.

Yet why are humans doing this, nagging thing......

"Because I think I'm going to pass it on... because I'm afraid of looking different... I'm sorry, I kind of know people's minds when they're blind."

"Hehe, that might be quite convenient. It's a gift that people can be proud of."

I can't think of anything belly-black about this.

"But some people are gentle. Those who support us, and... and Mr. Jog..."

"Well, what's that like at the end?

I was laughing unconsciously.

This blind young inner chief finally laughed excitedly to brighten and invigorate his voice. I don't care what you think.

"He's the coolest, most handsome! He shows up here from time to time, and he leaves me food, and he's the one who defeats the bad guys. Shh!

Its appearance of dyeing and speaking peachy cheeks embodied a youthful love heart.

"Oh my God... are there people who live on this side of the Gigas line, who are not sick?

"Yeah, no. Mr. Jog is a handsome, demonic!

The girl there was also a representative inside, but also one adolescent maiden.

White skin and a maiden who has lost her sight fall in love with a demonic man. It also sounded like an unsaved story.

Then Liseri was obsessed, and she made me listen for a long time to the martial arts of a mysterious man named Jog.