I Wanted to Be an Adventurer and Became a Nanny.

Under the bloody moon, stained with blood-colored dust, howls and shouts surround our ears. The goblin sneak attack has doomed the village to misfortune. People die and we cannot be resurrected. This is sad. Our relatives have left and we are in danger. Desire and hope have become the faintest daydream. Please save us! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.