He might be thought of as an arrogant noble scion.
“Hmm.”
After listening to Gipel’s story that went on for a long while, Shark organized his jumbled thoughts.
First of all, according to Gipel, this place was ‘Orcland’, the northernmost tip of the Remme Empire located in the northern part of the Brachion Continent.
The current emperor of the Remme Empire was Emperor Joel.
He was originally the second prince, but when the former emperor, Ribeus, did not relinquish imperial power as he aged, he staged a coup and eliminated the emperor and the crown prince.
The problem was that because the political situation was chaotic due to that incident, the annual orc subjugation had not been carried out for two years.
In the meantime, the orcs had encroached all the way into the Dagall Region.
In response, Emperor Joel recruited the Orc Extermination Squad on a massive scale, and Gipel and the others participated in the operation as members of that very squad.
“What year is it now?”
“It is the Continental Year 5431.”
“Damn it!”
At Gipel’s answer, Shark burst into anger as his fears became reality.
According to the knowledge in his head, he should have returned to the year 3931, the time when Katrisian first left.
However, due to a problem in the Dimensional Tunnel, he had fallen into a completely different era, a whopping one thousand five hundred years after his own era.
Honestly, from Shark’s perspective, it didn’t matter what era he fell into.
The reason he was annoyed despite that was because most of Katrisian’s knowledge about the human world had become useless.
It was a waste, far too much of a waste.
‘Damn it, looks like I’ll have to experience life all over again.’
Gipel, who had taken the trouble to answer, stuck his lips out in a pout when he received curses instead of a thank you.
Just as he couldn’t hold back and was about to burst out in complaint, Shark was faster once again.
“Let’s go.”
“…”
Everyone just stared blankly as Shark suddenly jumped up and walked away.
“Are you going to keep staying here?”
At Shark’s following words, the party remembered their predicament and hurriedly followed behind.
This place was Orcland.
Escaping as soon as possible was the way to survive.
Eliza’s party, now joined by Shark, wandered aimlessly toward what they thought was the south.
After walking for about half a day, Shark, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“Wait, over there.”
Shark moved his steps toward the bushes on the right, where the smell of blood was wafting.
Everyone frowned at the scene that was revealed not long after.