After crossing the Asura Canal, people were flying around on broomsticks and golems made of earth were building the infrastructure... but it wasn't a country.

The roads were level, but people plowing the fields with hoes and shovels stopped to look at Elliot and his friends, who were dressed in unusual clothes.

Karna had said on the way that this was a country where the descendants of the magician who defeated the Demon King together with the previous hero inherited his power and passed down magic through the generations. It was common knowledge that only descendants of magicians could use magic. Among them, Elliot, who had magical abilities from the beginning, was an anomaly.

"We left after the heroes, so please find an inn first."

Belhard and his friends received a radio message from Trasteria, where the monsters were being transported.

"It's a little early today, but let's stay the night in the next town."

"Eh? Can't we go one more time?"

"No, Elliot. We have some travel money, so let's take it easy for once. I'll introduce you to a good restaurant."

"Hmm, I see."

Elliot wanted to meet Clare quickly, but he felt he needed to take the opinions of those around him into account, so he decided to stay the night in the next town.

Trasteria arrived at Brannor's zoo, but was speechless when she saw the current situation. There were only low-level monsters such as goblins and mage cats. She confronted the zoo manager. "Why are there only such low-class monsters?"

"Well, the strong monsters have already been exterminated by the elite magicians of this country... but we desperately gathered and raised these."

"The heroes have already become quite powerful. These weaklings won't satisfy their need for recognition!"

"Even if you say that..."

The shinobi watched as an elderly man was lectured by a woman of a certain age.

"We have no choice, we'll take these monsters."

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"Y-Yes, here you go."

Trasteria shoved all the monsters into a cage in anger.

"Ah, this taste. I feel like I'm back home."

Ignoring Trasteria's suffering, Karna was feasting on the local cuisine, and Elliot and the others were enjoying it.

"Yes, it's good. It's no wonder Karna, who loves cooking, recommended it."

"It's really delicious, Karna."

Elliot, who was putting the stew into his mouth, couldn't stop eating it.

"You always leave the cooking to Karna. I can cook too, but I'm not as good as Karna. Maybe I should learn."

Whis said, watching Elliot as he heartily put food into his mouth.

"However, although we have an abundance of ingredients, there are very few sweet things."

"Why?"

"Sigal, the sweetener, doesn't grow in Brannor's climate. We don't have much diplomatic relations with the Kingdom of Glaze through the Asura Canal, and the next country, the Republic of El Santo, has strict checkpoints, so we can't say the flow of goods is thriving here either."

Karna had already finished his explanation, and was eating the sweets he had bought in the Kingdom of Glaze.

"Karna, we don't generally allow you to bring anything in," Belhard warned.

On the way to Sunnaria, the capital of Brannor, Elliot and the others were defeating monsters sent by Trasteria.

"Isn't the ruler of Brannor a woman?"

"Yes, all the popes have been women."

"Is there any reason for that? Here we go!"

"Yes, I play the role of a shrine maiden."

Since he suddenly became a low-level monster, he was fighting and talking to the monster.

"Do you know where Clare-sensei lives?"

"No, I've been living away from my sister-in-law for a while, so I don't know."

"I see, I hope I can meet her!"

In the end, he defeated small demons such as red caps, goblins, and imps while talking.

"Phew, it's easier to defeat monsters now compared to the beginning."

"That's because of experience. If you fight stronger enemies, you can apply your skills more and more and become stronger."

"Even so..."

Elliot shook off the blood from his sword and stared at it.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, I just feel like my sword's sharpness has dulled."

"My arrowheads are starting to wear down, and I feel like their penetrating power has weakened. And my dagger, too."

Belhard looked at the tip of his lance.

It certainly did feel like the tip had lost its sharpness.

"I'll meet with the Pope, and then I'll get it sharpened at the armor shop."