Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint-Chapter 503: Reverse Pyramid?

When something is empty, we say the ground is barren, but when the sky is clear, we say it is bright. These descriptions were fitting for the Enger Plains. One corner of the plains, where even the clouds flying across the sky were tired and fell to the ground, painted a night sky in Ende that was so clear, the starlight shimmered like jewels, countless stars impossible to count. On a night where the full moon rose high, a beast howled from afar, eager to send its voice to the moon.

"Those ungrateful pigs..."

A human in a stuffy mansion, with no courtyard to look at the sky or windows to hear the sounds, was spewing his anger.

"I fed them, took care of them, and gave them shelter, yet they don’t even show any gratitude and turn on their master? And now they act as if they own the city! Meanwhile, they’re relying on Grull’s strength for everything!"

As his voice rose, Welsh, the dog beastman by his side, anxiously perked up his ears.

"Master, someone might hear you. Please, lower your voice..."

"Shut up! Don’t interrupt me!"

The human paced the room angrily, kicking the desk harshly. As the desk flipped over, a water bottle that had been sitting on top lost its balance and was about to fall.

Just before the bottle hit the ground, a soft tail wrapped around it. With a motion as precise as a hand, the tail saved the bottle from crashing.

Hunting dogs train in energy techniques to protect their masters. Unlike other beastmen, dog beastmen were given opportunities to learn specialized energy techniques and developed their own unique skills. Some even mastered their own magic arts, and the furry saintess herself had been a dog beastman. Dog beastmen essentially held a status no different from humans.

The hunting dog clan? Humans even use fellow humans as servants. The fact that dog beastmen held that position meant they had been incredibly close to humans.

With his knees braced against the desk, one hand grabbed the cup, and his tail lifted the water bottle. Displaying incredible concentration, Welsh restored the table and the bottle to their original state before it could fall. His display of skill was so impressive that even Duke Erectus, who had been fuming, fell silent for a moment.

"If those pigs were even half as competent as you..."

Though it seemed like Erectus had calmed down, that didn’t last long. He soon began grumbling again, unable to suppress his anger.

"Should I contact the home country? No, if we can’t even manage this city properly, it’d be a laughingstock. But I can’t hide like a criminal either, as the ruler of Ende! I need to reclaim it. But how should I reclaim it?"

Connections, power, money, people. He had lost much of it after the revolution, but there were still enough resources left to count. As Erectus thought through how to reclaim the city with what remained, Welsh, who had been patiently waiting, spoke up cautiously.

"Master, when a storm is coming, sometimes it’s a good idea to lie low for a while."

"Are you ordering me now?"

Erectus glared at him with wide eyes, but Welsh, accustomed to this, fell silent. Erectus continued to speak on his own.

"Hide like a coward? That makes no sense. This city belongs to my ancestor, Saint Enger. The one who drove out the pigs and beasts, expanding the plains. It’s only natural that I must drive the beasts out and expand this land! Your job is not to give me advice, but to serve me..."

"Shh. Wait a moment."

Welsh quickly reached out and covered Erectus’ mouth. It was a highly disrespectful act for a servant, but sensing something was off, Erectus remained silent.

"I hear strange sounds outside. Master, we need to prepare for escape."

Erectus, though reluctant to leave the mansion he had fought hard to acquire, didn’t say anything further. Despite his emotions, he had learned from experience that Welsh’s judgment in protecting him had never been wrong.

When Welsh pushed the wardrobe aside, a hole appeared in the floor. Welsh held his master tightly and slid down the hole. They reached the first floor from the third floor in an instant, opened a small hidden door, and exited the mansion.

Behind them, the murmurs of Orcs could be heard.

"Sniff. Is this really the right place? Are we not wasting our time?"

"The magician led us here. If we search, we’ll find something."

"Even if it’s a magician, how could they know where a public official is hiding? Magic or whatever, it’s impossible."

"I heard from Gluta that it’s real magic. Maybe the magician will use magic to find the official."

"Magic? What’s that? Just stir up a rat’s nest, and they’ll come out. Let’s go."

Erectus, who had been keeping quiet, reacted strongly when he heard the word "rat."

"Rat? How dare they call me that...! Welsh, kill them!"

"Hold on."

The numbers were on the Orcs’ side. Taking them down wasn’t hard, but if their location got exposed, they’d face relentless pursuit. Welsh, ignoring Erectus’ orders, clumsily dragged him along and fled.

After Welsh and Erectus had gotten far enough, a commotion broke out near the mansion.

"Wait! There’s a secret passage here!"

"It was here just a moment ago!"

"Search the area like we’re hunting rats!"

This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.

But by then, the public official and his attendant were already far away. The Orcs, fumbling in confusion, belatedly reported back. Their pursuit was disorganized, but this would serve as good experience for Orcs who had never tried anything systematic before.

Hiding in Ende wasn’t a big deal. In a city where all kinds of beastmen and humans lived together, it was no surprise for anyone to show up, and even the most unusual individuals would blend in.

Moreover, in Ende, there were more people fearful of change than there were those who welcomed the fall of the public officials. Welsh used that to his advantage, ensuring that he would find a place for his master to stay.

"It’s strange."

"What... is?"

Erectus, exhausted from their constant escape, responded. Realizing his master was at his limit, Welsh paused and looked around.

Ende’s night was chaotic and noisy. The sounds of hooves, howls, and all kinds of noises passed by them. Normally, these sounds would have been annoying, but now, they helped to disguise the identities of the public official and his protector.

"Tonight, the sounds are all flowing in one direction."

"They’ve finally learned to line up, it seems..."

"That can’t be it. I think they’re controlling the people to keep them off the streets to catch us."

"Hmph. Do you think those pigs would be able to control anything? They still don’t understand why we built Obeli."

From the way things were going, it was obvious that the attempt had failed. They were trying to block off the area with barricades, but the more urgent beastmen had already jumped over the roofs. Their attempt at control had only led to more chaos.

"The problem is that all of this was done to capture us. They haven’t given up. They’re definitely trying to catch us... and they’re heading in the right direction."

"Those ungrateful bastards... not only biting the hand that feeds them, but now trying to push us out?"

Duke Erectus trembled with fury.

It was possible to be bitten by a beast you raised. Beasts have weak self-control. But if that beast drags you out of your house or tries to lock you away somewhere, that’s rebellion. The situation had escalated to where he had no choice but to deal with it by cutting off their necks.

"I need to inform the vassal state."

"Will you be able to guarantee your safety during this time, Master?"

"Safety? They’re the ones who should guarantee that! Unless they want to be slaughtered by a full-blown rebellion!"

Welsh’s face grew dark. But Erectus, completely ignoring the dog’s concerns, continued.

"Who expanded this plain? Who spread civilization? Who built a city like Ende and planted its flag, leading everyone? It was my ancestor, the great Saint Enger!"

Saint Enger, the saint of the Holy Empire, the one who brought civilization to the Enger Plains and foiled the vampires—his name carried great weight.

Erectus trembled with emotion as he invoked the name of the founder of Ende.

"He himself said it: ‘Beastmen are like livestock, but as long ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) as they are docile, they can coexist with us.’ It was thanks to that grace that pigs, horses, and beastmen were able to live in Ende! How dare they attack me, a descendant of that great man?! I will no longer show mercy! Beasts are to be treated as beasts!"

Whether Saint Enger said this to convince people or whether it was seen as progressive by the standards of his time, I’m not sure. But yes, treating beasts as beasts seems fitting.

As I prepared to step in, waiting for the right moment, Azzy leaped forward before me. Azzy wagged her tail and spun around, happily greeting Welsh.

"Woof! Nice to meet you! So glad!"

"King?"

Welsh, who had been on alert for an intruder, quickly recognized Azzy and relaxed his guard. However, the sudden realization that Azzy had not come alone dawned on him.

"King... then who else?"

I had wanted to make a dramatic entrance, but Azzy ruined it. I slipped out of the alley and waved.

"Hello! It’s the first time we’re meeting in person, isn’t it?"

Erectus first looked at my head and behind my waist. After confirming that I didn’t have ears or a tail, he relaxed and asked.

"Human? Who are you?"

"The guest who came with the King of Dogs to Obeli."

"Was there such a human?"

"Back then, he stood silently and watched us. I thought he didn’t step forward because, like me, he was being used... but..."

"I am being used, yes. You saw correctly. Of course, those being exploited recognize others being exploited!"

Unlike Erectus, who hadn’t even noticed me, it seems I had made an impression. How touching.

During this exchange, Erectus straightened his clothes and walked toward me.

"I didn’t expect to meet a human here. If you guide me out of this city, I’ll reward you greatly."

Erectus was always polite to humans, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was respectful. Despite his efforts in Ende, did he not know who I was? What kind of news did he get, or was he just not interested?

As he approached me, Welsh stopped him.

"Don’t go, Master."

"Wels, don’t interrupt me while I’m speaking with a human."

"No, that man is called a magician. He’s not our ally."

Ah, I see. Welsh must have loosened up because he had someone else to confide in. As he held Erectus back, he shot me a glare.

"He helped Orcma seize Obeli."

"Seize Obeli? How?"

"He captured Orcma’s high-ranking members, locked them up in Obeli’s prison, and when the Obelisk soldiers went to greet Grull, he released them. From the inside, Orc mercenaries took a public official hostage and seized Obeli."

Looks like Welsh was more competent than his master. After all, he was faster than humans and could be used as a mount, and stronger than cattle, so he helped with farming, right? Servants were more polite, sociable, and had better memory and abilities than their masters.

"He’s on the side of the Orcs. It’s probably him who’s found us."

"Wrong. I’m on the side of humans. I just think Orcs are humans too."

"Humans?"

It was an obvious statement, but to some, it wasn’t so obvious. For Erectus, the idea that pig beastmen were humans was one of those things.

"Humans? Do you think they’re the same as me?"

Common sense is so shallow, I thought to myself, surprised, and responded.

"Of course. They are the same as humans."

"Filthy, inferior, ungrateful beasts—do you really call them human?"

He understood it well. I nodded and continued.

"Of course. They’re the same beasts."

"Beasts? Humans are beasts?"

"Then what are humans? Noble, superior beings like gods?"

It was a clear mockery, but Erectus didn’t flinch and responded.

Updat𝓮d from frёewebnoѵēl.com.

"Isn’t it obvious? Humans are the chosen beings, made in the image of the celestial beings. They are the dominant species on Earth, the rulers that all beasts look up to. Of course, it’s natural for humans to rule over other beasts."

Wow, that’s impressive. I was momentarily speechless, looking at Erectus, who truly believed this.