Green Wheat Village was not large, and the villagers who lived there rarely had anything worth mentioning happen.
Eating, farming, sleeping;
Sprouting, heading, ripening.
Their dull lives were like the wheat in the fields—day after day, year after year, repeating in an endless cycle.
Because of that, even though a long time had passed, everyone in the village still had a deep impression of the squad suspected of having been attacked by Beastmen.
"We're not too far from Thin Mist Forest, so Adventurers like you gentlemen often pass through."
"But that time was a little different."
"Normally, Adventurers coming out of the forest might look a bit... uh, undignified, but whether they're relieved to have survived a disaster or excited to return with a full haul, all in all, the atmosphere isn't especially bad."
"Even if their losses are heavy, even if some people in the team never make it out of the woods, it's just silence. Grief."
"But that squad's situation was something I'd never seen before."
At this point, the village chief walking at the front of the group to lead the way could not help pausing, as if recalling the scene from back then.
"It wasn't joy or excitement, nor was it anger or sorrow."
"It was... fear."
Although Green Wheat Village was, to a certain extent, fairly close to Thin Mist Forest, compared to places like River Valley Town and Emerald Creek Village, it was undoubtedly still much farther away.
Because of this, the village had lost out on the profits that might have come from large numbers of Adventurers passing through. It was remote and poor, but correspondingly, Monsters and the like appeared less frequently.
On ordinary days, there were at most a few small Goblin communities.
Adventurer teams capable of escaping from Thin Mist