Now that I think about it, I did walk on a town road part of the way here.\n
So it made sense that there would be a town up ahead.
I had to leave the road in order to join the ogre army, but I would have seen the town if I continued onward.
However, when I entered the town, everything was completely quiet. It was like no one was there.
âSurely, this isnâtâŠa ghost town? Maybe they evacuated?â
Maybe they had all of the residents move, as this place would be turning into a battlefield.
It was easy to assume that the Demon World was constantly fighting all year long, butâŠno, that was actually right.
But there were still people who didnât fight in the Demon World. In other words, civilians.
As for why they didnât fight, it was simple as being much too weak.\n
In this world, your species determined your size. And so there was not much point in certain races fighting if they werenât fit for it.
Kobolds were a good example. They were loyal and perceptive.
But they could not use magic, and their physical strength was weak. They could not fight with either style.
More importantly, they were much more useful for doing office work or being aides.
But even races that were not suited for the battlefield tended to be very tough. And they lived healthily wherever they escaped to.
âSo, there really isnât anyone hereâŠoh, thereâs one!â
I had thought everyone had already escaped, but I was wrong.
I had seen a giant moving tree.
âAre youâŠan ogre?â \nâHey, old man. Why didnât you run away?â
âBecause my roots lie deep in this ground. I cannot move even if I wanted to. Hohoho!â
His bodyâŠno, trunk, shook as he laughed boisterously. It was an old Cherry Ent.
I see. A âtree fairyâ type.
Ogres were âdemonâ types, vampires were ânight devilâ types. There were also different names for larger versions of each type. Regardless, residents of the Demon World that were trees and plants were called tree fairy types.
Aside from the Cherry Ent, there were Alraunes and Dryads.
But the Cherry Ents were unable to move.
Well, it wasnât like they couldnât move at all. It was possible for them to pull out their roots and walk at the same pace as a turtle.
\nIf the town was taken over, there was no guarantee that the residents would be left safe.
It didnât matter if you could fight or not. You might be sent to the next battlefield for forced labor. They might just kill if they felt that you were in the way.
It was unlikely they would see an old man who could not work, let alone move, as being much of a threat. But I was still worried.
And so I repeatedly told him to be careful.
âI know that. But it seems like I can become an advanced type very soon. And so Iâm living while looking forward to that. Hohohoho!â
âThatâs very enviable. In how much time will that happen?â
Becoming an advanced type. In other words, it was evolution.