In a wheat field stood a ragged girl and a soldier.

The soldier from that country pulled a piece of chocolate from his pocket and offered it to the girl.

To the little girl who was starving yet still toiling away at farm work.

Tears welled up slightly in the soldier’s eyes.

“Hey, mister, why are you so kind even though you’re a soldier?”

“……”

The soldier said nothing in response.

In this modern age, seeing a girl dressed in tattered clothes, laboring from dawn till dusk at farm work—with no freedom whatsoever, yet taught that this was normal—the soldier was at a loss for words.

He simply held her gently in his arms and said,

“Just a little longer… just a little longer.”

“? …What do you mean?”

Without answering the girl’s question, the soldier walked away.

The military, meant to protect its citizens, was instead an object of terror to the people of this country.

Yet this one soldier seemed a little different from the rest.

Today was the girl’s birthday.

“Papa’s taking so long… I’m hungry… I wonder if he’ll really bring back that chocolate.”

The girl, not yet even ten years old, was alone in the dim house at night, preparing bread and water for two.

With no mother or siblings, she was all by herself—but she wasn’t lonely.

Because she had her beloved Papa.

He had gone to the capital to sell wheat, so he should be home any minute now.

This time of day, when the two of them always ate together, was the only joy in the girl’s life.

No matter how tough things got, as long as they were together, they could laugh through it—with her beloved Papa.

But that day, her father never came home.

Worried that something had happened, she spent a sleepless night. The next morning, at the crack of dawn.

Thud thud thud!

“I-It’s terrible! Nagisa-chan! Nagisa-chan!”

The door to the dozing girl’s house rattled with loud knocks.

The neighbor from the next farm over called out to her in a panicked voice.

“Oh, Uncle Fel, good evening. What’s wrong?”

“…Your father… your papa… he was taken away by soldiers in the capital… They said it was a heresy trial.”

“Huh? Heresy trial?”

The girl felt the blood drain from her face in an instant.

A heresy trial—torture that was little more than a pretext for execution.

In this kingdom ruled by the king, all citizens belonged to the royal family.

It was a law to let the royals and their subservient military do as they pleased, synonymous with a death sentence in this absolute monarchy.

Disliked by the authorities, defiant toward the military, suspected of rebellion without evidence.

It was a system to rule the people through fear.

Crucifixion, burning at the stake, impalement—after every imaginable torment, death. The heresy trial embodied the kingdom’s terror.

“Why… why…”

“He used the money from selling the wheat… to buy forbidden chocolate. A soldier saw him… Damn it! Isn’t that too much?! We can’t even buy chocolate?!”

“No way…”

She just wanted chocolate. The one wish the girl made on her tenth birthday.

A wish so modest it wasn’t even extravagant.

Yet that wish was now threatening to kill her precious person.

Nagisa, as the girl was called, hurried toward the capital.

Her heart pounded, sweat poured endlessly, her body and mind felt detached, even the sensation of kicking the ground faded.

She arrived at the capital.

A small nation of about 400,000 people, most of them slave-like citizens.

Yet the military in the capital possessed KOGs, outdated though they were.

No matter how many people banded together, villages armed only with hoes and sickles stood no chance against KOGs.

Right before the royal castle, an execution was about to take place.

The massive stone castle had been built with the blood, sweat, and lives of slaves.

“Papa!!”

At the center of the soldiers’ encirclement, Nagisa’s father was crucified.

His body was covered in bruises and limp, but he was still breathing.

Beyond him, looking down from the castle balcony was the king of this land.

Albas VIII, ruler of the absolute monarchy of Albas.

Amid the gaunt farmers stood this obese pig of a man, surrounded by dozens of nearly naked beauties.

“Hurry up and burn him already. I want to hear his death cries. That’s what gets me most excited.”

Groping the breasts of a beauty beside him while forcing her onto his genitals, the fat slob arrogantly ordered the captive burned.

“Yes, sir. Right away.”

The scheming prime minister beside him immediately assented.

“Man, those World Union losers have been so annoying lately. This country is mine, the people are all mine—I can do whatever I want with them. Idiots who don’t get that are such a pain, right?”

“Yes, exactly, Your Majesty Albas. There is no genius of governance like you anywhere in the world.”

“Yeah, yeah! They multiply on their own, so you gotta squeeze ’em dry and manage ’em properly. They just don’t get it~ Freedom? What good is freedom to livestock?”

“Indeed, Your Majesty… Ah, it seems it’s about to begin. We’ve got amplifiers ready so you can hear the screams nice and clear.”

“Good work~”

The giant leaned forward slowly, peering down from the balcony at Nagisa’s crucified father.

They were just about to light the fire.

Surrounding them stood the kingdom’s KOGs.

This was a demonstration to instill terror, a show of force—all 100 machines activated.

“Papa! Papa! Help! Save Papa!!”

The girl screamed desperately.

Soldiers held her back, but she kept screaming.

Her voice echoed around, reaching even Albas.

“…Who’s that noisy brat? Burn her too.”

“…Understood. Hey!”

“Yes, sir!”

With those words, Nagisa was seized by soldiers.

She was tied with rope and hung beside her father, just like him.

“Papa! Papa!”

“…Nagisa? …Nagisa!? Why are you here!!”

Her father’s eyes snapped open at the girl’s voice from beside him.

He understood the situation—his daughter had come here to save him.

And that tyrant would never allow it.

“P-Please! Your Majesty Albas! Torture me however you like! Just spare Nagisa! Please save my daughter!”

The father pleaded desperately with the king.

“Please, anything! I’ll do anything! So please!!”

Albas replied gleefully.

“Fine, then endure being burned at the stake for one full minute without making a sound. Do that, and I’ll let you go.”

A devilish proposal.

“…Understood. I’ll endure it.”

“Papa!? S-Sorry… I, I…”

“It’s okay, Nagisa. Thank you for coming. Papa will do his best to save us. It might get hot over there too, but hang in there, okay?”

To spare her worry, the father smiled brightly at his daughter.

Then fire was lit at his feet, erupting instantly and charring them.

One minute—supposed to be so short, yet it felt eternal.

The father endured. Amid agony that threatened to burst tears and blood from his lips, he withstood that eternity of a minute.

The fire was extinguished once, and he was rescued.

Though Albas just wanted to see what would happen.

His feet suffered severe burns but retained their shape.

Yet the father had endured.

Under the crowd’s gaze, without a single cry.

“Hah… hah… We did it. Now…”

In excruciating pain, the father felt relief—at least his daughter would be saved.

But.

“…He endured it. One minute was too short?”

“…Indeed. Right on the edge, I’d say.”

“Hmm. Then next, ten minutes.”

The devil honored no pact.

“No such thing! You said if he endured one minute, you’d spare my daughter!!”

“Yeah. So I’ll release you, then catch you again ’cause I kinda wanna kill you anyway.”

“Wha!?”

The father’s spirit nearly broke at the absurd logic.

They were mere playthings for these monsters now.

Tears of regret flowed endlessly, but the opponent was the king—no one would help.

The father was crucified again, the daughter wailing beside him.

The crowd looked down, powerless to intervene—speaking up meant they’d burn next.

So, they could only give up.

“Sorry, Nagisa. I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay, Papa. Next time… I wanna be your daughter in a happier place.”

The two smiled through their tears.

Desperately forcing smiles to hide their terror-twisted faces.

This world harbored inexcusable injustices.

But they wouldn’t let anyone dominate their feelings for this precious person.

A single KOG approached their feet to light the fire.

Just two more lives lost in this country—two fewer in the world’s population.

An insignificant fact about to occur.

There was no justice here, only raw violence of power.

Before that power, justice meant nothing and could only stay silent.

The citizens clenched their fists but kept their eyes down.

No one spoke up. No one acted.

But amid that…

“Sorry, Road.”

Some still couldn’t abandon their naive sense of justice.

“!?”

Suddenly, the KOG about to ignite the fire was slashed apart.

By an allied outdated KOG, destroyed in one strike.

Seeing it, Albas screamed.

“Wh-What’s happening!? Why are allies fighting!?”

“C-Capture that KOG!!”

And it spoke gently.

“This is about to become a battlefield. Can you walk?”

“Wh-Who are you?”

“Sorry I couldn’t save you sooner. If you can endure, then… But you’re safe now. I’ll end it all—we will.”

His voice was kind.

Why did it bring such reassurance from a soldier? Father and daughter wondered.

From that voice, daughter Nagisa realized.

“This voice… the soldier who gave me chocolate back then!?”

The KOG nodded at Nagisa’s words, then turned its back and drew its sword.

“What the hell, Captain!!”

“The op was supposed to be next week, right?! Failed? More like you blew it…”

“But I kinda figured this might happen. If you hadn’t gone, I might’ve.”

“Sigh, I thought the same… But that’s our captain for you.”

““The best!”“

Kenya was communicating with the World Knights Order pilots.

They had infiltrated the military as spies for this mission—to save this oppressed nation.

Four more KOGs surrounded Kenya protectively.

Five KOGs total against 95 remaining foes.

Albas bellowed.

“K-Kill those traitors!!”

The mere five KOGs fought valiantly.

Undaunted by the 20-to-1 odds, they displayed unbelievable performance for the same machines, felling KOGs one after another.

“Wh-What’s going on!? Prime Minister!!”

“I-I don’t know! What the hell!?”

After an hour of combat, the battle to defend the castle reached a stalemate.

“What now, Captain?”

“Nah, they’ll be here any minute.”

Right then, a massive airship appeared in the sky.

“Spoke too soon. They figured I’d go rogue, huh?”

Looking up, Kenya saw Zeus—the massive airship now under World Knights Order control.

A booming voice broadcast across the nation via amplifiers.

Immediately after, the comms in King Albas’s chamber rang.

Albas answered, and video communication began.

“…Road… Th-This is my country! That’s an invasion!! Against World Knights Order rules! I’ll report this!!”

“True, as is, it’s an invasion. Violates our charter.”

Albas pressed his advantage at the response.

Military intervention in another nation was invasion—breaking Knights Order law.

“Then withdraw now! Get out of my country!! Those people are my property! You can’t interfere!!”

“Wrong, King Albas. A country is its people. Not your possessions.”

“N-No! They rejoice in my rule!!”

“Hah, no reasoning with that. So… let’s ask the people.”

“Wh-What…?”

The voice boomed from Zeus—and devices chimed in citizens’ pockets nationwide.

Originally plain black boxes, they activated at Road’s call, transforming into devices.

Devices only activatable via the Knights Order’s master terminal—Road’s ploy to evade detection.

“Wh-What are you doing!!”

“Citizen device penetration is 70%—enough. Been a while since I’ve seen a hellhole like this. King Albas.”

Citizens checked their screens.

A choice: approve World Knights Order military intervention?

“Th-Those slaves have no will to rebel!”

“Wrong. They just lacked power. They’re human with wills—you can’t see that. And…”

“These are the results, King Albas.”

“I-Impossible…”

“Now, King Albas. What’s your country’s population?”

“500—no, over a million!!”

“Still the king, huh? 427,600. Beyond that, your mismanagement hid the exact count. See this number?”

The bar graph showed 280,000—nearly all of the 70% penetration.

“Ah… ahhh…”

Road smiled and declared.

His face smiled, yet held no kindness—demonic, laced with fury.

“By approval of over two-thirds of the populace, the World Knights Order accepts the request. We now commence military intervention in the Albas Kingdom.”

“St-Stop!!”

“Military intervention begins.”

A single KOG descended from Zeus.

A white, beautiful machine—Kenya’s custom unit.

While Road negotiated, Kenya had returned to Zeus and swapped machines.

The white knight soared.

Over 50 KOGs defended the castle fortress.

Impregnable to half-hearted attacks.

But not the ultimate shield.

Thus, they couldn’t stop the ultimate spear.

In seconds, defenses shattered, World Knights Order pouring in.

Among them.

“You!”

“Reina came too…”

“Yes! I missed you so much… It was lonely during the op. I’m all riled up now.”

“Reina… This is still a mission, and everyone’s listening?”

“Yes♥ So… I’ll end it quick.”

With that, Reina’s Aphrodite pulverized enemy KOGs with fury and love-fueled power.

A force befitting the world’s elite—undisputed top, save for Kenya.

“Why?! I was just managing the rabble like Father did!!”

Before the wailing King Albas stood the white KOG.

“Pitiful now… Choose: die here, or rot in solitary for life.”

“D-Don’t mock me!!”

He fired his gun at Takemikazuchi.

No effect—not a scratch.

Yet Albas turned his gun on the beauties beside him.

“Wh-What if I kill these bitches!?”

“……”

Albas grinned slyly.

He still had a way out.

“I’ve grown up too. Road still calls me green. But this world has irredeemable scum. You’re one.”

“I-I’m the king! Sh-Shut up!!”

“Don’t fire. That’s your end.”

“Y-You think I won’t shoot?! Die!!”

Enraged, Albas fired at the women.

But the bullets never hit—Takemikazuchi’s sword pierced between them first, shielding.

Simultaneously, Albas was cleaved by Kenya and perished.

“…Sigh, told ya not to shoot. Your future was torture then execution anyway—be grateful. Is this adulthood…? Didn’t wanna know we gotta kill some bastards.”

Thus, the Albas dynasty fell that day.

Through World Knights Order intervention, the absolute monarchy reborn as a democracy.

Granting freedom, rights, and joy of learning—it would become the world’s top IT nation later.

“Tend to the wounded! Right, Nagisa-chan!”

Kenya rushed to check on Nagisa.

He’d met her while distributing devices, urging uprising on voting day.

Coincidence— a girl with his own daughter’s name.

He couldn’t look away.

He’d gotten too emotionally involved, hugging the ragged girl and giving her chocolate mid-mission.

“Soldier bro!!”

“Nagisa-chan!”

Kenya headed to where Nagisa nursed her father.

He hugged her tightly. Mild burns, but fine.

Father had scars but could walk soon.

“Sorry for lying. I’m not this country’s soldier—I’m World Knights Order Captain Kenya Mikazuki. Nice to meet you, Nagisa-chan.”

“I knew something was off! You’re too nice, bro!”

“Haha, busted.”

Kenya ruffled her hair with a smile.

Truly strong kid—stood up in that hell, risked life for father.

Now handling everything alone, even caregiving.

Really strong.

“Well, I gotta go… It’ll be tough ahead, but hang in there. You’re free now—be anything, aim for anything.”

“Bro… Me too! I wanna join the World Knights Order! Help people suffering like I did! Let me in!!”

“Nagisa-chan… Th-That’s…”

“Very well.”

From behind appeared a silver-haired beauty, too mature for “girl.”

Her striking looks and allure drew sighs from every man around.

“Reina!?”

“Meant for someone else, but this is for you.”

Reina handed over what looked like a letter.

“What’s this?”

“Invitation to the World Knights Order Training Academy’s first class. We need new blood like you.”

Reina knelt to meet the girl’s eyes.

“Entry is strict. No fees, but demands strength. Talent barriers await. But…”

She ruffled the girl’s hair.

“You know hardship of oppression, value of resistance. Above all… the conviction and courage to protect what’s dear. Talent’s secondary if you have that. Do your best. We’re rooting for you.”

Reina smiled gently. Nagisa’s father, now awake, blushed crimson.

That smile could captivate every man—beautiful, lovely.

“Yeah, you can be anything. Keep at it. We’ll be waiting.”

Kenya ruffled her hair again. Then came Nagisa’s bombshell.

“Even your girlfriend?”

“Huh?”

“I like you, bro! Date me if I join the Knights Order!! You were so cool! I wanna be like you!”

“Ahaha, sure, if you join, we’ll see?”

Kenya laughed it off.

Kid stuff—she’d forget. Vague reply for now.

But.

“I won’t allow it.”

One beauty not amused.

“S-Sis is hot, busty, ace KOG pilot, kind… B-But I won’t lose!”

“Busty…?”

“Fine. I’ll take you on fully. But we’ve already been intimate many times—things too risqué to shout about.”

“Reina, too loud. She’s a kid, so don’t—”

“I-I’m ten years from a killer body! A-And men always crave young flesh!”

“Nagisa-chan? Where’d you learn that? Worried for your future now.”

Nagisa and Reina bickered.

Cute, but raw content got awkward, so I slipped away.

Much happened, but the nation was freed.

A model democracy respecting freedom and rights.

Without arms, citizens used brains to rise as the world’s brainpower superpower.

And.

“Captain!! Today you finally take me!!”

“Idiot.”

Kenya Mikazuki, nearing thirty.

The 20-year-old’s ripe body tempted, but seasoned Kenya brushed it off gently.

“Jeez! Hmph!”

But with her ample chest pressing his arm, upturned eyes, licking lips—his lower half reacted understandably.

“St-Stop, Nagisa!”

“C’mon… See, Kaguya and Reina? Two or three’s no different, right? Make me your mistress? I’ll take any play—even the pervy stuff wives can’t! Use me for what they won’t?”

“Sigh… That cute kid… She showed hints back then…”

Kenya sighed softly.

“Something said?”

“Nah, nothing? Anyway, mock battle time?”

“Yes! Winner gets a night, right?”

“Slipped into that promise—can’t lose or Reina and Kaguya kill me.”

“Then—”

“Go!”

3, 2, 1… Fight!

The World Knights Order’s daily training continued.

The world steadily advanced toward peace.

Thanks to that naive justice he couldn’t discard.

That’s why everyone followed him.

Believing he’d protect them always.

Those small bonds forged unbreakable ties—a Knights Order united in heart for peace.

One page of his struggle for world peace.

Whether he ended up with Nagisa afterward? No one knows.

“Jeez! Lose on purpose already! You want me, right!!”

“Men must endure sometimes! But honestly, mercy soon!!”

New Serialization

https://kakuyomu.jp/works/16818093079151440623

God-Slaying Hero

~The world’s only dark-attribute wielder rises from slum orphan to empire’s strongest with just a sword~

Like dropping Code Geass into a Naro-Europe world.

Super interesting!