A horse-drawn carriage was running with its wooden wheels clacking.
Surrounded by a dozen or so soldiers and protected by a knight on a horse.
Behind the carriage, a group of several hundred refugees followed. All of them were following with nothing that looked like luggage.
Most of them were women.
The men were killed immediately.
Women were violated, or if they were lucky enough, to be rescued by soldiers or knights while they were being violated. These refugees were either rescued in that way or were lucky enough to escape without encountering a slime.
Many of the soldiers and knights were also women.
At the head of the line, in a carriage guarded by knights, were Meltia and Maria, the royalty who had escaped the slime attack.
The two of them, like everyone else outside, had a hint of fatigue on their faces.
Their line of sight was outside the carriage looking from the window―― the royal capital of Fonteau, which was not so far away and could still be seen.
However, the scene had changed.
The beautiful cityscape, the sight of the castle within the city. Most of the houses were destroyed by the slimes, and the royal castle had been swallowed up by a giant slime.
They could only imagine what was going on in there, but they had a rough idea of the situation in the capital due to the behavior of the slimes.
Meltia shed tears and Maria sobbed, engraving the scene in their eyes, mind, and heart.
They believed that their mother was still fighting in that castle.
And one day they would go there to save her. They thought so strongly.
Meltia grasped Maria's hand with so much strength, however, Maria did not raise her voice in pain but grasped her sister's hand back.
The world was saved.
By the hands of a hero who appeared from another world and strongly received the blessings of the goddess.
The demon king had been defeated and the monsters were on the decline.
That was the way it was supposed to be.
The monsters were created by the demon king.
Therefore, by the hands of adventurers and knights, the monsters reduced in numbers...... This was supposed to be the case.
But that was a mistake.
No, the Demon King was defeated, but a new Demon King may have been born.
No one knew the cause.
Meltia, the daughter of the hero who defeated the Demon King, stared with tears in her eyes at the slime that was defiling the royal capital, the city that her father and mother built.
And next to her, Meltia's younger sister, the dark-haired Maria, who had strongly inherited the blood of the hero from another world, also stared at this scene, trying desperately to suppress her sobs in order to remember this scene and imprint it in her mind.
Slime.
The monster that they had thought was the weakest.
The country was defeated by the weakest monster.
The girls were on their way.
To a neighboring country, the country of beastmen.
There, they would rely on the woman who had traveled with the hero with her mother.
Someday in the future, the world would be rescued again.
By the hands of a new hero. By the hands of a saint who had inherited the blood of the hero.
While making a lot of sacrifices and being helped by a lot of people. Saint Maria would save the world.
This was the first step.
The first story. The story of the beginning of a story.
The story of how the world was defeated by monsters once again and a new demon king was born.
As for the slime, the Black Ooze would now spread throughout the world.
It would absorb many races, many enemies, and increase its power.
Eventually, it would be called the Demon King, as the weakest monster would now become the world's strongest enemy.
And the story of the heroic saint who decided to fight.
She was defeated many times, sacrificed her companions many times, and still kept moving forward.
Years later, decades later, to get her mother back. To reclaim the country where she was born and raised.
A horse-drawn carriage was running with its wooden wheels clacking.
Surrounded by a dozen or so soldiers and protected by a knight on a horse.
Behind the carriage, a group of several hundred refugees followed. All of them were following with nothing that looked like luggage.
Most of them were women.
The men were killed immediately.
Women were violated, or if they were lucky enough, to be rescued by soldiers or knights while they were being violated. These refugees were either rescued in that way or were lucky enough to escape without encountering a slime.
Many of the soldiers and knights were also women.
At the head of the line, in a carriage guarded by knights, were Meltia and Maria, the royalty who had escaped the slime attack.
The two of them, like everyone else outside, had a hint of fatigue on their faces.
Their line of sight was outside the carriage looking from the window―― the royal capital of Fonteau, which was not so far away and could still be seen.
However, the scene had changed.
The beautiful cityscape, the sight of the castle within the city. Most of the houses were destroyed by the slimes, and the royal castle had been swallowed up by a giant slime.
They could only imagine what was going on in there, but they had a rough idea of the situation in the capital due to the behavior of the slimes.
Meltia shed tears and Maria sobbed, engraving the scene in their eyes, mind, and heart.
They believed that their mother was still fighting in that castle.
And one day they would go there to save her. They thought so strongly.
Meltia grasped Maria's hand with so much strength, however, Maria did not raise her voice in pain but grasped her sister's hand back.
The world was saved.
By the hands of a hero who appeared from another world and strongly received the blessings of the goddess.
The demon king had been defeated and the monsters were on the decline.
That was the way it was supposed to be.
The monsters were created by the demon king.
Therefore, by the hands of adventurers and knights, the monsters reduced in numbers...... This was supposed to be the case.
But that was a mistake.
No, the Demon King was defeated, but a new Demon King may have been born.
No one knew the cause.
Meltia, the daughter of the hero who defeated the Demon King, stared with tears in her eyes at the slime that was defiling the royal capital, the city that her father and mother built.
And next to her, Meltia's younger sister, the dark-haired Maria, who had strongly inherited the blood of the hero from another world, also stared at this scene, trying desperately to suppress her sobs in order to remember this scene and imprint it in her mind.
Slime.
The monster that they had thought was the weakest.
The country was defeated by the weakest monster.
The girls were on their way.
To a neighboring country, the country of beastmen.
There, they would rely on the woman who had traveled with the hero with her mother.
Someday in the future, the world would be rescued again.
By the hands of a new hero. By the hands of a saint who had inherited the blood of the hero.
While making a lot of sacrifices and being helped by a lot of people. Saint Maria would save the world.
This was the first step.
The first story. The story of the beginning of a story.
The story of how the world was defeated by monsters once again and a new demon king was born.
As for the slime, the Black Ooze would now spread throughout the world.
It would absorb many races, many enemies, and increase its power.
Eventually, it would be called the Demon King, as the weakest monster would now become the world's strongest enemy.
And the story of the heroic saint who decided to fight.
She was defeated many times, sacrificed her companions many times, and still kept moving forward.
Years later, decades later, to get her mother back. To reclaim the country where she was born and raised.
