The girl used the stealth technique she had learned from Britain's Terminal Device, Oberon, crawling through the sweet potato field.
She dug up three not particularly large sweet potatoes, then buried the vines again.
After that, she swiftly shifted her position and moved to another corner of the field.
After relocating, she did not immediately continue harvesting sweet potatoes. Instead, she nervously watched her surroundings.
Only after realizing that her actions had not drawn the attention of the local Fae did she cautiously begin digging up sweet potatoes again.
With such effort and vigilance.
The worn shoulder bag, as shabby as her clothes, gradually sagged into the heavy curve of a bountiful harvest.
"Phew~"
After finishing her work, the Savior exhaled and quickly retreated to a patch of barren ground.
Only then did she lean back, resting her head on the string of produce as she gazed at the sky. Her cheeks were filthy, lending her delicate features a distinctly impoverished air.
"This should be enough, right?"
"For going to..."
She muttered to herself.
Theft.
A despicable act.
Yet Artoria, a Savior, had done exactly that.
The reason was simple.
—She was tired.
Who knew how many years ago, a strange tree had appeared in this world.
The one who worshipped that tree was the current Queen.
She drew power from the tree, defeated the Northern Fae who used the corpse of Albion—the most embarrassing Grand Dragon of the Moon—as their continent, connected the two lands, established a new order, and sheltered everyone.
Although the Fae had always lived under Morgan's protection, they hated how the Queen confined and assigned humans, and they also disliked how she took away their magical power.
Then, Aethel, the head of the Mirror Clan, prophesied the arrival of the "Child of Prophecy." In the