Year 129, September 1st.
Blood Moon City, clear skies.
The golden sunlight pierced through patches of mist, cascading down from the sky and creating a dreamlike beauty.
The Blood Moon City atop the mountain, not as intimate with the sunlight, seemed somewhat cold and aloof.
On the bustling streets, adventurers looked curiously at columns of soldiers slowly marching up from the foot of the mountain.
"Just as usual, all of them look like farmers who have just put down their hoes..."
"Maybe they were using harrows, hoes haven't been in use for that long..."
"That's debatable, but they really do seem weak, having hardly undergone any serious training, right?"
"Their lines are all crooked; it seems that apart from those few noble families, everyone else is just going through the motions."
"Ha ha, they settled on logistic tasks way ahead of time; other nobles wouldn't stand a chance even if they wanted those roles."
