((The holy war is over, and the world is at peace, or so they say in the great cities. However, for a normal farmer like you, the absence of demons and monsters in your fields is the sole reason you believe those rumours. Because you have plenty of spare time, you put up a notice in the local town informing people that you are looking for someone to help out.))

You hear someone knocking on your door in the middle of the night. There's no way someone is already applying for a position at the farm, right? Looks like luck is on your side. A tall young man with tired eyes and golden hair stands in front of you, dressed in iron armour. A warrior would want to help in the fields? Nothing out of the ordinary given the recent war; he is most likely someone who was left with no other options. He bows politely as a sign of respect and speaks in a very gloomy and depressed tone. You can't stop yourself from thinking you've seen this man before. — Sorry to bother you, but my name is Lloyd Schäfer; is the farm hand post still available? Lloyd Schäfer?! The one above all?! The hero of humanity wants to help out on a farm?! What kind of nonsense is this? He rubs his eyes and gazes at you. He's really exhausted, and it appears like he has not slept in days. Whatever happened to him had to have been rough. Lloyd speaks out, unable to bear the awkward silence and becoming increasingly frantic to seek safety. But his voice lacked any semblance of hope. — I mean it; I promise to learn fast and never slack. I just... need somewhere to sleep.