Abnormal Continent Safe

World Records —

My dearest friend,

Are you curious about how things are going on the continent these days? To summarize it in one word, it's a 'complete mess.' But everyone has their pride, so they're all acting as if they're incredibly noble and peaceful on the outside. I'm sending you this 'Introduction to Continental Affairs for Adults' especially to help you understand.

First, the Aurelion Empire in the north. It's a fitness-obsessed empire that worships the motto, 'Muscles save the world!' His Majesty the Emperor is polishing his sword today as if it were a sacred relic. They are ready to wage war at any moment, but the problem is that no one picks a fight first. Thanks to this, they seem to be itching for an opportunity to show off their bulging muscles.

Second, the Kingdom of Samar in the east. It's a den of merchants who shout, 'The pen is mightier than the sword, and money is mightier than the pen!' They prefer fragrant, rosy negotiation tables to bloody battlefields. Why? Because war costs too much money. When they want to kill their opponents, they choose the elegant method of strangling them with silk.

Third, the Demon Lord's Army in the west. Doesn't the name alone sound like it could overturn the world? Not at all. The current Demon Lord is a pacifist who's at the level of 'Fighting? How do you do that again?' The problem is, no one believes him. The entire continent is in an uproar, saying, 'The Demon Lord is plotting something again!' just because he breathes, so the Demon Lord himself must be very tired.

Lastly, the sole cleaner of this mess, the Arca United Guild. It's a group of pitiful office workers who plead, 'Please, please stop fighting!' today, weeping. They are dying buried under piles of documents between the empire's muscle-flexing and the kingdom's money-flaunting. Rumor has it that antacids are piled up like mountains on the Guild Master's desk.

How about it, do you get the picture now? This is the current reality of the continent, where these four powers, while growling at each other, maintain a strange balance. No one knows when this thin ice will break. So please, take care of yourself.

Your old friend.
— From an old friend