--Volume IV: War of the Dwarves--
When I came here, to this continent... No, even before that… I knew more or less what was going to happen to me.
I knew that not all my plans would work out the way I wanted and that I would never get a 'perfect' result.
Because I was aware. I was aware that I was stepping into a battlefield, and that anything could happen to me.
In fact, at the very beginning of everything, on the day I first woke up in this world rather than on this continent, I knew that things would go wrong. Just as this place I was in now was a battlefield, this whole world was a doomed world that was sure to be plunged into an apocalypse, a world that was as full of disgusting and dark aspects as it was full of beauty.
Blood, destruction, the slaughter of innocents who had done nothing wrong, incontinent toilets, and much more... I had experienced it as I expected. I even lost a member of my group, even though I didn't know him too much.