Three days after the town of Collins disappeared.
After many twists and turns, they finally arrived at Marta in the town of Klins. Faced with the barren wasteland before them, they could only stare wide-eyed.
Even now, having witnessed it firsthand, she still cannot believe that Collins has disappeared.
Even if I open my eyes again, nothing will change.
The town of Collins has truly disappeared.
In my memory, although the town of Klins was not as prosperous as the city of Bolyani, it still had a considerable territory.
Rows of houses lined up side by side, streets paved with bluestone, shops with vendors calling out their wares, a constant stream of horse-drawn carriages, and pedestrians coming and going.
But now, such scenery disappears once a certain boundary is crossed.
What came into view was a barren wasteland; the trees, houses, streets... nothing remained.
When she first heard this news in Buryani, she must have thought that person was crazy. How could a town disappear in an instant? Even she, as a king-level mage, could not do it, let alone someone with such powerful magic.
However, just one day later, the entire Adventurers' Guild was abuzz with the news, and even the guild itself posted similar requests to go to Klins Town to help build a refugee camp.
Furthermore, many people whose relatives lived in Collins Town rushed to Collins Town to find out what was going on, and even the carriages were sold out.
This caused Marta's disbelief to waver slightly. With Pro's help, she finally managed to rent a carriage and return to Collins Town.
but.
Looking at the empty space before them, their last hope was finally extinguished.
She refused to believe that Collins Town had disappeared, and even more so, she refused to believe that Seglade, who had saved her life, had simply vanished.
Marta knelt down and covered her face with her hands, weeping.
The scene of Felicia teaching her magic was still vivid in her mind, but in the blink of an eye, it had turned into this.
"Did you also lose family members?"
The coachman who brought her here appeared behind Marta at some point.
Compared to the shock of the disaster, the groom was completely unmoved. It seemed that in just three days, he had seen far too many people who had lost their families and collapsed to the ground in grief.
"I...I've lost my master and mistress!"
Marta's voice choked up, and she answered the coachman almost in a trembling voice.
He was once such a confident King-level mage.
The grooms naturally knew Marta's name; after all, her party was quite well-known in the Adventurers' Guild and was one of those who dealt with grooms regularly.
But the Lili Marta that Mafuru knew was so confident and strong; apart from being quiet, she was a trustworthy elven girl.
"Since he was your master, he must have already prepared for his death. Miss Marta, please accept my condolences."
Waaah...
Although it was meant as comfort, Marta burst into tears, as if only in this way could she find a place of belonging in her heart.
She no longer wanted to think about anything, nor was she able to think about anything; she could only stare at the empty, barren land.
Even though I understand that the departed will never come back.
"By the way, Miss Marta, I heard that His Highness the First Prince of the capital has set up a refugee camp in 'Briein.' Would you like to go and take a look? You might see some relatives there."
Upon hearing the coachman's words, Marta suddenly looked up.
"Please take me there!"
The Seg couple will be alright!
She believed this without a doubt, after all, she knew best what kind of strength the Seg couple possessed, and she was certain they would survive the disaster and wait for her in the refugee camp.
A glimmer of hope rekindled in Marta's heart.
~~~
The day before Marta arrived in Collins.
A large group of people also arrived at the scene. In the desolate wasteland after the disaster, the group was quite large, consisting of several thousand people.
Leading the group was a knight clad in heavy armor, next to whom stood a man in stark contrast, dressed in splendid attire but with a lewd appearance.
That knight was none other than His Highness Prince Kylorans.
The other was the fifth prince, who was forced to join the campaign against the "Sea Tide." Although he was extremely unwilling, he could not disobey his father's orders.
Upon arriving in the territory of Klins Town, even His Highness the Crown Prince would be speechless with shock at what he saw.
He clearly remembered how devastated the town was after being eroded by the "tide" as described in the book, but he could never have imagined it would be like this.
The entire town of Collins vanished, turning into a desolate wasteland, stretching as far as the eye could see, as if it had never been inhabited.
Under such a calamity, how desperate and helpless the people living here must be.
"Fifth Brother! Immediately send men to Buryen to buy grain and timber! Buy as much as you can!"
After the initial grief, the eldest prince knew exactly what to do next. He quickly instructed his fifth son to purchase necessities nearby so that he could build a refugee camp as soon as possible and gather the surviving refugees.
"Ah... Brother! This kind of thing, you..."
Upon hearing this, a rather lewd-looking man beside him showed a troubled expression. He thought that such matters should be left to the servants, and there was no need for him, the fifth prince of Kylorans, to do it personally.
"If you don't want to, then go back to your pile of women!"
Seeing the fifth prince's hesitant expression, the eldest prince became furious and shouted at him, showing a look of utter disappointment towards his fifth brother.
"Go, go, go! Big brother! I'll go... I'll go right now!"
However, he also could not disobey his elder brother's orders. Seeing that his elder brother was angry, he quickly led a few guards away timidly.
"Kurug!"
"exist!"
"You take the first squad and start searching immediately. Whether they are dead or alive, even if only half a head is left, bring them back to me. At least let their loved ones see them one last time!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
After giving these instructions, the eldest prince then ordered the last of his troops to set up camp near the town of Klins and personally participated in the construction of the refugee camp.
Under the leadership of the eldest prince Paradis, a refugee camp, no less than a village in size, was quickly completed.
Apart from the houses being built overnight with timber, the rest are mostly tents, but even so, they are undoubtedly the warmest haven for those who have survived the disaster.
"Someone! Take this map and go build a well!"
"Someone! Go to the nearby towns and buy more grain! This is simply not enough!"
"Someone come here! Make room for this old man in my room! Quickly!"
"Damn it! Where has Fifth Brother gone again! Men! Find him for me!"
"Guards!..."
Paradis's voice could be heard everywhere in the refugee camp. Yes, he was extremely busy. The post-disaster reconstruction work was not as simple as imagined. Nevertheless, he did his best to restore the town of Collins to its former glory as quickly as possible.
Despite this, the entire refugee camp remained lifeless and stagnant.
Especially in the direction of the notice board where public notices were posted, there were piles of unclaimed corpses and relatives lying on the ground weeping.
The notice board was covered with papers, densely filled with names; it was a census of all the residents of the town of Klins compiled by Paradis.
The so-called list of the dead and missing.
The crossed-out names represent those who have been confirmed dead, while the names that have not been crossed out represent those who have not been found and whose fate is unknown. Only those circled represent those who have survived and are living in the refugee camp.
In one corner among the many papers, several names were clearly written.
Seglade Kabudin.
Felita Philobies Cabdeon.
Sylvie Emilia, and Anna.
Those were names that weren't crossed out or circled.
~~~
Meanwhile, in another direction.
The area is surrounded by Gobi Desert, with only a low mountain nestled within it. Here, all vegetation and wild grasses have withered and died, making the area extremely dry, as if it had been burned.
This is "Krusoulo," the eastern region of the Kingdom of Robebia.
The place, known to the people of Robbie as the Land of Exile, is a barren and desolate desert, almost uninhabited except for the occasional storm and the native magical beasts.
Just then, a strange noise suddenly occurred in the sky, a white light flashed, and a figure was thrown into the desert. The maid's attire formed a stark contrast with the entire desert.
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