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Near the eastern edge of the Khul Khal Range, in the middle of the northern side of the range.

It was a place where the flow of water had carved the mountains into deep valleys.

On one of these ledges, the evil settlers were standing.

If you wanted to come here from the foot of the mountain, you would have to cross a roadless path and climb three cliffs. In the future, we plan to build a road that will allow people to reach here on foot, but since we expect to use flying demons and magic to transport goods, construction will be minimal.

It's a nearly impossible place to attack.

This is a good place to start. ......

Everis pulled out several sheets of parchment from the four-dimensional furoshiki and compared them, eventually selecting one of them.

”Okay, let's do this. ≪”Create Fortress”.

Everis placed the parchment with the magic circle on the ground and poked it with the pike of his staff.

The magic circle glowed, and then the ground beneath the parchment cracked with a crack!　The ground beneath the parchment cracked with a crack.

”It's going to collapse!

It's okay, it's okay.

Tracy panicked, but the ledge did not collapse.

Tracy panicked, but the ledge didn't collapse. The magic propagated toward the cliff, making a fine crackling sound.

A moment of silence, then...

A roar and a sandy wind blew through.

”Whoa!

Rene, about to be blown away, grabbed onto Miaranse's waist (she was ecstatic), while Tracy deftly kept her balance and held her skirt.

The cliff spat out its contents.

When the wind died down, a stone castle was carved into the cliff face.

The ledge on which Rene and his friends stood was the entrance. Stone pillars stand on both sides of the gate, and there are many windows and stone balconies overhanging the second floor.

The rooms were carved out of the rock to form a small castle. Of course, there are no windows or doors, just a gaping hole.

Somehow it reminded René of the sculptures on Mount Rushmore.

Well, that's enough for now. Sorry about the rude castle.

It's okay. I don't mind. It's good enough for now.

René had never been a fan of splendor. She dresses lavishly, but it's only to project her authority as the Rose of Hell. Perhaps because he grew up in a commoner's household, he is not comfortable with too much luxury.

Looking up at the rock-carved castle, Renée recalls the last time she saw it when she left King's Landing.

Falling into a faraway land, hiding in the rocks like a beast. That's because Rene has lost.

But the next victory begins here. It has to.

We must.

The privilege of the builder, or whatever you want to call it.

Although it was a relatively small base, Everis had managed to secure a spacious workshop for himself.

Although it had been less than three days since he moved in, the room was covered in junk as if he had lived there for thirty years.

The sun was already setting, but the magical lights hanging from the ceiling gave the workshop an atmosphere of a mining site.

It's tough to lose your base again and again, isn't it?

When René came to the workshop, he was looking around the castle and thinking about the future layout of the rooms and facilities, while Everis was chewing on some unknown meat jerky and fiddling with some unknown machine.

Everis nodded his head at René's abrupt words.

Yes, that's true, isn't it? It's hard to move, and it's hard to accumulate wealth and strength if you're always running away.

We have to do everything we can to prevent that from happening next time.

”Everis. I've got some ideas about that.

Everith's eyes flashed an obscene violet crystal color at Rene's insolent tone.