Crimson Demon Village.
It was a village renowned throughout the world, home to the Crimson Demon Clan, a race hailed as the strongest Great Mages.
Just as its name suggested, it was a rural village.
Although every villager could obtain the advanced Great Mage class and learn advanced magic in childhood, there were ultimately only a few hundred of them—never more than three hundred.
Moreover, it was located deep within the mountains and forests. Even though every villager was talented enough to be fiercely sought after if they went outside, Crimson Demon Village remained a simple settlement with the leisurely atmosphere of the countryside.
Normally, given such a setting, the people before them should have been either equally simple villagers or a dazzling, fantastical scene.
Yet none of the above was present.
As Fang Li stared at the scene before him, the corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably.
There was no other reason.
It was simply because nearly every villager on the streets before him was dressed the same way.
They were all clad in black and had their faces covered, dressed like thieves.
"Th... what is going on here?"
Kazuma, Aqua, and Darkness had gone beyond shock and were now completely dumbfounded.
"Ahh..."
Youyou lowered her head in overwhelming shame, as though she had witnessed something deeply embarrassing.
"I see. So this trend still hasn't passed."
Megumin, who had recovered a little mana and could barely walk on her own, nodded as though she understood something.
After silently watching the scene for quite some time, Fang Li finally asked Megumin, "Can you tell me what this is about?"
Though he said that, Fang Li had already more or less guessed the reason.
After all, Megumin had mentioned it once before.
Sure enough...
"Didn't I tell you before?" Megumin looked