‘The red swamp’ was the old name that used to refer to the land around the territory of Durgal, while the name before that was unknown.

When the emperor had torn down an unknown god at the top of the Manas Mountains, the dead body of the god rolled down the basin. The blood that seeped out of the god’s body colored the entire area red. The altars and buildings that used to enshrine the god were submerged under the blood, and all the followers of the god were forced to turn their backs on their hometown.

Over time, the god’s blood had permeated the ground. The trees that soaked this blood to grow up grew out red leaves, and the land had been nicknamed the ‘red forest’ instead of ‘red swamp,’ and came to be called Durgal ever since.

Mark Moore, the Lord of the territory of Durgal, was secretly proud of the fact that his territory had such a creepy history. The nasty and rotten smell caused by the red forest’s bloody leaves and humidity, as well as the red fungus that grew tangled in every corner of the territory were all marks of the achievement left behind by His Majesty.

Mark liked the fact that he lived in this famous mythical land. But on the other hand, he was depressed that there were no heroes, great knights, or historical monsters living in the same era as him. There were only crooks, lunatics, and armed rascals.

“It seems like none of the mercenaries that came this time are useful either,” Mark muttered as he looked down at...