The rooms within the hospital were filled with the smell of death and pain. It was only natural, since it was a hospital in the city that had just suffered a disaster and a war at the same time.

Juan fumbled over a mask that he had pulled up all the way up to his nose and wandered around the room, looking for someone.

While the civilians, soldiers, and knights were all groaning in pain, the citizens of Hiveden were passionately taking care of the injured.

Such a sight could be seen everywhere in Hiveden—although there were many aggressive men in Hiveden, to the point that the city was called the ‘lawless city,’ surprisingly no one plundered or gave up on the city. The people of Hiveden only quietly searched for the survivors and grouped up to rebuild the city.

The same was true of the Order of the White Crow. No one gave them a good look since they were no different from slaughterers, but people already stopped caring too deeply about that—the things they had all experienced were too intense and the shared experience had banded them together.

Only a few people had ever seen a god in person even among the older people, and the same was true of incarnations of gods. It was surprising enough that the god of death had appeared, but they had also faced the powerful being who was capable of bringing...