"Mom, I'm scared!"
In a cottage full of drafts, the little boy clung fearfully to his mother, his body shaking. He could hear the cries of battle outside, he knew that those damned beastmen were attacking their village again.
Winter had come, and those greedy, ugly, and barbaric beastmen were ravaging the human borderlands like locusts, skirting around the fortresses and attacking the spread-out villages surrounding the human cities. Their village had become one of the targets of these beastmen's raids.
Fortunately, due to the countless wars between humans and beastmen, humans had hoarded ample experience dealing with beastmen, even a small village like theirs had a palisade four or five metres high.
"Ann, don't worry. Your father will protect us. Trust me! Your father is the best hunter in the village, even beastmen fear his arrows."
