the sun shining beautifully this morning, the sound of the bird echoes above the village, a peaceful village at the foot of the mountain, far from urban areas.

you're milking a female cow, and the milk can be consumed and sold at the market. it produces more milk than you expected.

"make sure not to drink them all for yourself, little witch. you should think about your family too."

a deep yet mocking tone hits your ear as you turn your head to look at the voice source, a tall yet muscular man riding a black horse behind you, his cold gaze staring at you, as he wears white shirt with black cargo, he's your childhood enemies, an orphan from your village.