(A slow-burn story, best enjoyed with dinner)
When you're scavenging on a battlefield, it's not strange to find all sorts of things.
But after I found her, I take that back.
Because our food supplies at home vanished without a trace.
"A frenzied flame has reignited on the Western Front."
And my armor has a few new bite marks.
"They say an evil god is about to awaken again on the Southern Front."
Our savings are running low, too.
"Demons on the Eastern Front have begun praying to the night sky."
We can't afford a carriage anymore.
"The Sky City hanging high above the Northern Front is on the verge of collapse."
Hey, you aren't trying to make me your sucker, are you?
