"Have you heard? That small village in the edge of wastland just disrespected Whitow Village."
"Blice Village? They are an okay village. I never thought they even dare to do that."
"Blice? No. Even smaller village. This is Frine Village. They were a village that even Blice Village bullied."
"Then how did it..."
Aster, a Rank-2 ice-touched human, rushed to the Frine Village. She was a drifter. A human with no affiliation to any village.
But Aster was an acquaintance of Jace's father. They were good friends from back in the day.
"Jack... What are you thinking provoking Whitow?"
Astor went to the Frine Village. She thought that she might talk some sense into Jack and tried to tell him to runaway with his people.
But what awaited her was something entirely different.
High medieval stone walls ran all the way around the pine forest. Watch towers every few steps. And soldiers patrolling back and forth upon the walls.
"Huh? Did I transmigrate to a different world?"
