In this crossover anime, many ruthless and powerful figures reside in my territory.

To Haytham's surprise, Lister hadn't contacted him recently.

Their last conversation was two weeks ago when he suggested staying at the guard garrison in Red Maple Town.

This puzzled him slightly, but he quickly forgot about it and began to enjoy his retirement life in Red Maple Territory, for example:

He quickly learned the breathing technique and had a good sword sparring session with Morag;

Drinking with the enthusiastic members of the guards, he left his past troubles behind;

He worked alongside the guards to build Red Maple Territory, moving supplies, solving minor problems for the townspeople, and even received his first paycheck.

A specially made steel rapier.

There's something I need to say.

The cats in this world are incredibly agile; even someone as free-roaming as him, with assassin skills, almost had his hat stolen by these mischievous creatures.

Also, what Morag said back then was quite right.

Red Maple Territory is not suitable for retirement, because seeing those energetic young people still dating on the street makes him not want to stay obediently anymore. He wants to show them how efficient the former High Master of the Templars can be when he gets to work.

"Mr. Hayeson, thank you very much for your help to the children's home."

At this moment, beside a piece of land under construction, Carol, dressed in a white clergy robe, sincerely thanked Hayesen for transporting a large amount of steel.

"No need to thank me, Ms. Carol. I have to give something for living here."

"Besides, I didn't do much; it was others who built this place."

Haytham, who had changed into a simple outfit with a red maple collar, waved his hand.

He already knew that the planning and construction of Red Maple Territory was being overseen by a group of otherworldly forces called Epsilon. This force possessed unimaginable technological power, and the water, electricity, and various electrical appliances here were truly convenient to use.

Carol smiled at him, her hands clasped together over her chest.

"May I ask you a question?"

What do you think of Red Maple Territory?

Haytham looked at Carol. He only knew a few things about her: she was someone Lister valued for helping to build Red Maple Territory, she was the hospital director who could use Holy Light, and she was one of the few people in the territory who was so busy that she was almost never seen resting.

He could tell that Carol loved this territory and was prepared to give everything for it.

Whether this inquiry was her own idea or Liszt's is not important.

"It's pretty good. I wasn't used to it at first, but I got used to it quickly."

"It's the atmosphere here that always interrupts my thoughts of retiring. Whenever I have free time, I always want to do something."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Carol suddenly burst into a very bright smile.

“That’s wonderful, Mr. Haytson. When we first met, you were very reserved with me, but now I can hear the sincerity in your words.”

Um...okay.

Haytham had to admit that life here was indeed easy; when he relinquished his duties as the High Master of the Templars, even his somewhat violent mental state disappeared.

"Well, I have other things to do, so I'll take my leave first."

Carol nodded, then spoke to Haytham as he turned away.

“Mr. Haytham, we look forward to the day when we can truly work with you.”

Hayesen did not stop, but simply moved forward silently.

He subconsciously recalled his life over the past two weeks.

When did he begin to actively work with the guards to develop this territory?

Oh, right. Ten days ago, a hibernating bear woke up and accidentally wandered into a logging area, intending to harm civilians. He happened to be nearby and engaged in hand-to-hand combat, killing the bear with his hidden blade.

He received sincere thanks from the commoner, who then invited him to taste the dishes prepared by his wife.

To be honest, the taste was just average, but he could feel their sincerity.

Since then, Morag has been inviting him to take on the construction tasks of Red Maple Territory.

For example, establishing locations for socialized child care—child welfare homes.

He was quite surprised when he heard what Morag said. He had only heard of orphanages, and had never heard of a lord planning to use public resources to raise the next generation of his territory.

But that day, Morag relayed Liszt's words—

Many people don't actually know how to educate children, yet the future of children determines the future of the community. The purpose of establishing childcare facilities is to allow children to grow up in a better environment, placing the primary focus of education on society, and secondarily on the family.

It is said that Liszt was still considering whether to popularize parent education, but there were too few people in Red Maple Territory who could be teachers, and the resources were simply not available, so he gave up on the idea.

To train more teachers, even Liszt himself got involved, using his spiritual abilities to communicate with teachers and discuss how to educate them.

Perhaps he started to get restless after hearing the news.

The lingering faith in the cult's doctrines in his heart made him sincerely hope to establish a peaceful and perfect world through order.

Order, determination, direction.

In his short time living in Red Maple Territory, he had already seen the future that Lister longed to envision.

It gave him a slight feeling that perhaps he could pursue his dreams in another world.

"Haytsen!"

Haytham turned his head and saw Morag running towards him from a distance.

"I received orders from Lord Lister to come and help."

……

"So this time we're going to the outpost?"

Haytham and Morag ran quickly along the straight road toward the outpost fortress.

"Well, I'll let you know the specifics once I get to the job."

Morag nodded.

Haytham had visited the outpost before; it was a crucial pass in Red Maple Territory, where soldiers were constantly patrolling and training.

They arrived quickly and saw Lister on the city wall, with his maid assistant, Doyane Aura, following closely behind.

Haytham was somewhat surprised, but didn't say much, and simply followed Morag to Lister's side.

"Mr. Haytson, please wait a little longer."

"The first group of people will be arriving soon."

Haytham didn't know who the so-called first group of people were, but he soon got the answer.

Down the hillside, Pauline, who had met him once before and had large white rat ears, was leading a group of several hundred orcs toward them.

When Pauline saw Liszt, she happily waved to him on the city wall.

"Lord Lister!"

Just as she called out the name, the orcs behind her almost simultaneously looked up at the handsome, blond, blue-eyed, and noble-looking man on the high city wall.

That must be one of the noblest people in the world.

Swish!

To Pauline's astonishment, the orcs suddenly knelt down in unison and bowed deeply to Lister.

This……

Hayeson frowned.

"This is the way of devoutly worshipping the gods in the doctrine of Holy Light."

"Because Pauline said something to these people... that made them thank me."

Lister watched calmly as the orcs bowed once, took a step, and bowed again.

They clearly intended to climb the hillside step by step, kneeling in worship.

"servility……"

Haytham's voice was tinged with numbness towards reality.

At this moment, Pauline hurriedly told everyone to stand up, saying that Lister did not like this kind of etiquette.

However, Mocheko, the first of the three of them to save, said...

"Lady Pauline, this is the only way we can thank Lord Lister for his kindness."

“Without doing this, we simply cannot enter this holy city with peace of mind.”

He continued, like his fellow countrymen, rising to kneel and then rising again, advancing little by little.

Pauline choked up.

Holy City? She only told them that orcs had the same rights as ordinary people in Red Maple Territory, didn't she?

How did it turn out like this?!

She looked helplessly at Liszt, her inner emotions being transmitted to him without reservation through a deep spiritual connection.

The next moment, Lister conveyed a reassuring tone, telling her to wait aside.

“Mr. Haytham, these people are so afraid of not even having the basic rights of ordinary citizens that they even think their sins would pollute this ordinary land if they don’t.”

Helsen adjusted his hat, Morag remained silent, while Doyagen Aura, like Lister, quietly observed the crowd.

At Lister's instruction, the soldiers removed their helmets, revealing their orcish features, and then stood upright, weapons in hand, flanking Lister.

Upon witnessing this scene, the orc refugees knelt in even more devout worship.

At this moment, Haytham felt uncomfortable all over. Looking at these people, he thought of the contents of "The General History of the United States of Ahmora".

"Order should never be something that hinders human progress, but rather a creed that allows everyone to progress together equally under the rules!"

Upon hearing this, Liszt couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"Isn't that why assassins are needed?"

Helsen instinctively turned to look at Lister, only to see a smile on the other's face.

'Extreme order is tyranny; extreme freedom is chaos.'

Balanced development, maintaining stability through order and allowing possibilities to flourish freely—neither can be neglected.