October, the gentle breeze of autumn wafted across the lakeshore, swept over the wilderness, and also brought a hint of chill to the busy inhabitants at the Kingdom North Border after a day's work.
Tirar was an ordinary worker in a small town within the Kingdom North Border, who had even been repeatedly awarded for his excellent work capabilities.
However, few knew that this was merely a disguise.
Years ago, when the empire ruled over this land and the glory of the lord still existed in everyone's hearts, Tirar was a high and mighty Earl, a Priest of the lord on earth, ready to be a bishop of the church!
Unfortunately, this once glorious identity had now become a death warrant. His castle, possessions, and lands had been utterly devoured by those disgraceful Wizards, the minions of demons, forcing Tirar to abandon everything he was once proud of and flee the bustling imperial capital in panic, hiding his identity and arriving at this desolate northern town.
