Salonas Kingdom, Wisteria Town.
On the road outside the fields, knights belonging to the noble lord galloped past in clouds of dust.
Amir, working in the fields, didn't know what was happening. He only saw the afternoon sun blazing, so he chose to rest under a tree for a while.
Amir is forty years old this year, but his appearance doesn't differ much from someone in their fifties.
People doing this kind of work tend to age quickly.
He grabbed a bamboo tube, took a sip of the well water inside, and carefully took out a piece of hard bread made from coarse grain from his bag. It was very hard.
Each piece was a challenge to his teeth.
But there was no choice; only such hard bread could be stored for a long time.
And as for how it tasted after being stored?
Amir wasn't picky. Taste was something nobles could afford to be picky about; as long as he was full, it was a fine meal.
"I heard that something big happened in Catalivo. The country has been conquered."
