"Have you heard? Taxes are going to increase again," the villagers whispered among themselves.
"I heard. It's those evil coastal people, they've occupied our country!" another villager said angrily, clenching the farming tool in his hand.
"Ah, how are we going to survive this..." Aunt Mary, Ronna's neighbor, was a very enthusiastic woman.
"Let's not talk about it. Who knows how many of us will live to see next winter," the uncle who had just finished farming work wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Ronna kept her head down. She was young, but she understood that her country was gone, the former nobles had been sent to the gallows, and then another noble took their place.
The new noble had increased taxes, and her father had a look of worry on his face while eating pizza yesterday.
"Mom, I'm going out," Ronna said, holding a bunch of woven flowers. She was going to that magical restaurant from yesterday to repay what she owed.
