"Hurry up and walk!!"

Thud!

With a rough shout, a boy dressed in rags got pushed onto the ground.

"Ugh..."

The boy who groaned in pain was still young and full of vigor; however, he lacked the courage to resist those tormenting him. The completely lifeless expression on his face vividly portrayed the extent of his suffering in a world where humanity had been defeated.

The humans never doubted that they would forever be the masters of the continent, never anticipating this situation. They never imagined that they would be treated like slaves by something non-human and endure a painful life. It was a horrific existence.

Nonetheless, gritting his teeth, the boy rose up, casting a glance at another boy who followed him with an equally lifeless expression. This boy was smaller than him.

The older boy's name was Roxy Coronel. Nowadays, his last name held no significance, so people around him simply called him Roxy. However, once upon a time, he had been the promising eldest son of a ducal family, occupying the highest position in a kingdom. That is, if he had not spent most of his life swept away by the chaotic war.

"Hey! Do you want to die?"

Slap!!

A cold voice rang out followed by a sharp sound.

"Ugh!!"

"B-Brother..."

None of the others reacted to Roxy's painful groans, but his younger brother stared at him with vacant eyes.

"Please, don't look."

He recalled instructing his brother not to witness the horrors they encountered during the war, just before they became enslaved. Back then, aided by the last remaining resistance fighters, they had set fire...