This was Kant's estate.
It was nominally, but he was gradually taking control of it.
Slowly walking forward, Kant came to the top of the hill. In front of him was a vast sea of sand. The continuous dune echoed with the hill under his feet in the distance, but the hot breath from the desert came with the breeze.
The gentle breeze contained a cruel warning to civilization.
No civilization could conquer this desert.
Even the naturally tolerant Jackalan, a stray dog that had been driven into the desert by humans, could not return to the relatively prosperous northern county. Even if they took advantage of the war between the Dukedom of Leo and the Silver Platter Kingdom, they could not make it. As a result, the large-scale migration and invasion of the northern county resulted in a massacre.
