Many People

Wringan Continent, north side, a nameless island. It was on this island that two airships had arrived after six days of travel. Until now, it was only occupied by a few demon beasts, mostly bird types...or so it should be the case. However, when the Freedom Sect arrived at the island, they were met by thousands of humans.

"This..." Malo was taken aback. According to Rean, no one was supposed to be living here, so where did all these people come from? "Could it be that the island was taken by another group before we arrived?"

Fizer didn't seem to care too much about that, saying, "So what? With me here, they'll have to leave as long as I say the word."

Rean shrugged his shoulders as he told them, "Calm down, everyone. There's nothing wrong here. The decision to take this island as a home for the Freedom Sect was made even before the war was over. That being said, a lot of the humans who participated in the war already knew we would come here."