Day broke, and Hamlet Town awoke to its usual bustle, with industrious people starting their busy day early.
This day-to-day drudgery didn't bore them; instead, the fulfilling and stable life soothed their hearts.
The mundane flames of life and trivial family matters were visible everywhere in the small town.
It's just that some places had flames that seemed a bit too large...
Seeing columns of smoke shooting into the sky, everyone in the town couldn't help but turn their attention in that direction.
"Isn't that the direction of the farms?"
"Could it be a fire?"
"What happened?"
As people were buzzing with speculation, the alarm bell rang out. The soldiers on leave rushed to their barracks, canceling their rest, and the sheriffs began patrolling outside. Everyone realized something was amiss.
"Is it bandits or Heretics?"
"I think it's those deserters; I heard there's an ongoing war outside."
"It's not coming here, is it?"
