There is a fortress city that is said to be the capital of the territory ruled by the fox tribe in the beastmen country.
The name of the city is "Forneu."
It is said that the weapons made there by the talented craftsmen of the Fuchsmen are as good as or better than those of the dwarfs, and the city is famous both at home and abroad.
In the center of the city, there stands a castle, though not as big as those in "Magnolia" and "Renalute."
The castle is also the place of residence of the head of the Fox tribe, or "royalty" as it is called in other nations.
However, the castle had an eerie atmosphere that was intimidating to those who saw it.
A knock on the door of the office of the castle's lord, Gareth Grandek, and a soldier's voice could be heard:
"Gareth, your son, . Amon, has asked to see you. Might he?"
Gareth stopped the paperwork he was working on, let out a sigh, and lightly shook his head as he replied to the soldier behind the door.
"Oh, not again. Let me through."
"Yes, sir."
Shortly after the soldier replied, the door was opened and a fox-man boy entered the office with vigor.
He kept up his momentum and looked at Gareth as if to stare at him and said in a strong tone.
'I told you that the country would not be well off if the "children" who support the country are lost to other countries.'
Hearing Amon's words, Gareth looked at him with disgust.
"Amon, I told you before. Your words lack specifics, they are just idealism. Besides, you're sorting out the scum and weak 'children' who cannot even carry a future when you sell them. What's your gripe when the best and brightest are still in the country?"
"...... How are you going to judge whether or not these children, who are no older than you are, are good or not? Please stop the slave sales now."
Gareth looked troublesome as he finished listening to Amon's words and exhaled.
, "Hmph. ...... If you insist that much, you will talk to my brother, Elba. Elba is in charge of this whole affair. I have only given him permission to do so. If you insist, you must persuade your brother. Well, if you could ......."
"Again, brother? Do not you make your own decisions ......?"
Ammon looked at Gareth with a resignation that made him look at him with pity.
Gareth, Amon's father, had been at the mercy of his brother Elba for some time.
No matter what Amon said to him, he never listened to him, and if he did, he would always say, 'Talk to Elba."
When Gareth noticed Ammon's eyes on him, he glared at him angrily.
He said, "I made the 'decision' to proceed because I heard Elba's story and thought it was valid. I will not allow you to say that I can't do anything."
"I apologize for my ...... gaffe. Now, I will go and consult with my brother."
Amon turned to Gareth, bowed, and left the office as if he had finally given up.
After leaving the office, Amon sighed and turned his head down, bemoaning his own inability to do things.
Damn ...... brother again. If things keep going the way they are going, the tribe of foxmen will not be able to keep standing ...... in the near future."
The tribe of foxmen is as capable of making armaments as the dwarfs, and in the past, their technological prowess had allowed them to trade with other beastmen and other countries.
However, after his brother Elba became more involved in politics, the taxation became more stringent and the lives of the people in the territory became difficult.
Not only that, trade in arms was also limited, and they began to use their technical skills to build up their military forces in the country.
The streets of Forneu, the capital of the Fox tribe, are lovely, and the citizens do not appear to be in such a situation.
However, in the small villages that dot the territory, the conditions are becoming more and more tragic.
The children who are sold as slaves are all drawn from such wretched towns and villages.
Eventually, this wave of slavery will gradually sweep into the capital city of Forneu.
Just as he was pondering this, he was approached by a man who said, "Oh, Amon.
"Oh, Amon. Are you thinking nonsense again? You'd better be careful or you'll lose all your hair."
Amon was startled by the sound of the voice, and he looked up to see the owner of the voice.
'Sister Rafa,...... are you also cognizant of the slave thing ...... ......?'
'Yes,...... there is no mistaking what my brother does. Besides, my brother is more realistic than your idealism. See you later."
The woman called Rafa walked past Ammon and into Gareth's office.
Amon looked at her and muttered.
"Without idealism, you can't move on or achieve anything useful ......."
Amon then walked quickly to the room where his brother Elba was.
There is a fortress city that is said to be the capital of the territory ruled by the fox tribe in the beastmen country.
The name of the city is "Forneu."
It is said that the weapons made there by the talented craftsmen of the Fuchsmen are as good as or better than those of the dwarfs, and the city is famous both at home and abroad.
In the center of the city, there stands a castle, though not as big as those in "Magnolia" and "Renalute."
The castle is also the place of residence of the head of the Fox tribe, or "royalty" as it is called in other nations.
However, the castle had an eerie atmosphere that was intimidating to those who saw it.
A knock on the door of the office of the castle's lord, Gareth Grandek, and a soldier's voice could be heard:
"Gareth, your son, . Amon, has asked to see you. Might he?"
Gareth stopped the paperwork he was working on, let out a sigh, and lightly shook his head as he replied to the soldier behind the door.
"Oh, not again. Let me through."
"Yes, sir."
Shortly after the soldier replied, the door was opened and a fox-man boy entered the office with vigor.
He kept up his momentum and looked at Gareth as if to stare at him and said in a strong tone.
'I told you that the country would not be well off if the "children" who support the country are lost to other countries.'
Hearing Amon's words, Gareth looked at him with disgust.
"Amon, I told you before. Your words lack specifics, they are just idealism. Besides, you're sorting out the scum and weak 'children' who cannot even carry a future when you sell them. What's your gripe when the best and brightest are still in the country?"
"...... How are you going to judge whether or not these children, who are no older than you are, are good or not? Please stop the slave sales now."
Gareth looked troublesome as he finished listening to Amon's words and exhaled.
, "Hmph. ...... If you insist that much, you will talk to my brother, Elba. Elba is in charge of this whole affair. I have only given him permission to do so. If you insist, you must persuade your brother. Well, if you could ......."
"Again, brother? Do not you make your own decisions ......?"
Ammon looked at Gareth with a resignation that made him look at him with pity.
Gareth, Amon's father, had been at the mercy of his brother Elba for some time.
No matter what Amon said to him, he never listened to him, and if he did, he would always say, 'Talk to Elba."
When Gareth noticed Ammon's eyes on him, he glared at him angrily.
He said, "I made the 'decision' to proceed because I heard Elba's story and thought it was valid. I will not allow you to say that I can't do anything."
"I apologize for my ...... gaffe. Now, I will go and consult with my brother."
Amon turned to Gareth, bowed, and left the office as if he had finally given up.
After leaving the office, Amon sighed and turned his head down, bemoaning his own inability to do things.
Damn ...... brother again. If things keep going the way they are going, the tribe of foxmen will not be able to keep standing ...... in the near future."
The tribe of foxmen is as capable of making armaments as the dwarfs, and in the past, their technological prowess had allowed them to trade with other beastmen and other countries.
However, after his brother Elba became more involved in politics, the taxation became more stringent and the lives of the people in the territory became difficult.
Not only that, trade in arms was also limited, and they began to use their technical skills to build up their military forces in the country.
The streets of Forneu, the capital of the Fox tribe, are lovely, and the citizens do not appear to be in such a situation.
However, in the small villages that dot the territory, the conditions are becoming more and more tragic.
The children who are sold as slaves are all drawn from such wretched towns and villages.
Eventually, this wave of slavery will gradually sweep into the capital city of Forneu.
Just as he was pondering this, he was approached by a man who said, "Oh, Amon.
"Oh, Amon. Are you thinking nonsense again? You'd better be careful or you'll lose all your hair."
Amon was startled by the sound of the voice, and he looked up to see the owner of the voice.
'Sister Rafa,...... are you also cognizant of the slave thing ...... ......?'
'Yes,...... there is no mistaking what my brother does. Besides, my brother is more realistic than your idealism. See you later."
The woman called Rafa walked past Ammon and into Gareth's office.
Amon looked at her and muttered.
"Without idealism, you can't move on or achieve anything useful ......."
Amon then walked quickly to the room where his brother Elba was.
