When Disaster Strikes in Border Towns, Heroes Have No Songs.

To keep her safe, I had to look for someone who was dead at my feet. At the Harvest Festival, the thieves and the kingdom's army gathered around a cloak with the power of death, launching a whirlpool of war that involved everyone. The only thing I have to do is to let the girl in front of me, who never compromises, is always innocent, always passionate, and always kind, live in this dark world. --When the black cloak that symbolizes death is unveiled, and when the blood of the curse of the gods begins to whisper--the fraudster and the shepherdess have to fight the truth with lies again and again. In the end, can they find the long-buried and only hope in this unsung wave of war? [Low magic medieval + single female protagonist + two heroes + group portrait]