Faerie stared at the beautiful scenery from the window of the Inn where she was currently staying.
It was unexpected that the Inn built at the crossroads at the end of the hidden street could get such a perfect view.
The view is no less good than the view of the Inns which are built in strategic and perfect places.
'Did the raccoon build in a location like this while knowing this beautiful sight?' thought Faerie in amazement.
The view in front of her is across a very, very wide field. The land is then overgrown with lots of green grass that looks very beautiful.
The grass looked very tall, reaching the average height of humans, no, there were even some that were taller than the general human height as if the grass would easily swallow up the humans that were crossing the tides.
But in a way, the tall grass looked completely harmless.
Why?
