In just two days, the civilians of the Refugee Camp had sensed the unrest.
Yet all agitation vanished in an instant beneath the battle light raging across the horizon.
No one feared Joss, naturally because that lord was truly just... Even toward people he disliked, he would merely walk past without looking at them.
But everyone understood that beings like Lord Joss were exceedingly rare.
So when powerful figures practically filled the sky, those without the strength to resist were best off doing nothing and drawing no one's attention.
As for what the influential people hoped to gain from the powerful outsiders, it had nothing to do with people like them, whose abilities were insufficient.
What concerned them most now was... whether the Magic Garden Joss had left behind would still provide the food they needed every day.
If it required a new controller, then who was qualified—no, who was strong enough—to control this garden?
Although Black Taro truly demanded the least from the soil, it still needed sunlight and water... In the past, Joss had personally controlled all of that.
With his immense strength, he basically only needed to cast a spell once every so often.
So, was there such a powerful person in the Refugee Camp now?
The more perceptive middle-class people had already thought of this... If they had that ability, they would not still be unable to return the camp to its hidden state.
If they could not even control the Camp Formation inherited from their blood relatives, who could expect them to command the Magic Garden?
Even if they did not understand high-level spells, these people with at least some basic magical knowledge understood which one was harder.
Even though everyone kept some food on hand and grew Black Taro around their homes, that was