Syal

More and more obscure times fall on a place known as district 42. Poverty can be seen everywhere you go. Misery resides in the lives of every citizen. A thin line is about to be crossed. The final battle will soon begin. On the one hand, those who value tradition, order; On the other, those who cry out for freedom. Everyone knows, although no one claims ... but the district flag will soon burn. However, in an event perhaps headed by fate, a soldier wakes up. A man transported from another world, plunging into all the Chaos spread over that place. Perhaps, the only man capable of extinguishing the flames of that cruel war.

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District 42

In the West region of District 42, a Crusade was happening. Lots of Jarls were walking across the streets, boasting their weapons and making their presence as flashy as possible to the citizens.

There were just a few people who stopped to look at their march. It wasn't something of the interest of the majority since most people didn't like the Ridires too much in that place.

The only regions that had people approving the Castle and the Ridires when they marched around were the Midwest and North. It was a matter of wealthiness, obviously. Their taxes weren't lower than in the others but they had more investment in different areas for their necessities, which made those the best places to live in District 42.

That day, the Ridires were doing their march as per usual. They had a relay system so they could visit each region equally every month. West region generally was the latter that they visited, generally.

Birth of the Frelsi part 2