The warrior was left alone. The surviving comrades left for their own reasons. It was obvious. They had their own place to return to as did the warrior.

Come to think of it, it was just amazing that people from such diverse groups gathered together.

The warrior was far from achieving his immediate wish, but had to return to his hometown. All alone now, he stepped into the forest of his hometown.

The quiet forest, without any preparation for a triumphant return from victory, had fierce mana as usual; a deer biting off the neck of a demon could be seen. It was a peaceful forest dominated by the usual strong eats the weak.

As he passed through the forest path dominated by strange quietness, the road was cut off. It was created by the past Demon King’s attack. But bringing in provisions from the empire was better in quality and easier. He had no choice but to endure the annoying task of rebuilding the trade route.

"It seems the encampment will get doubled."

The warrior, who crossed the gorge with uninteresting thoughts, soon arrived...