Northern New Continent, Ilya Kingdom Colony, Buffalo.
For ordinary citizens, it is mostly due to unavoidable reasons that they leave the Kingdom Mainland and come to the New Continent to find a way out, almost impossible to return home.
Once upon a time.
On this land, though perilous, yet wide enough, they still had some hope. As naturally "superior" Nimansite People, as long as they were not lazy, it was not too hard to make a living.
However, recently... the situation has changed somewhat.
"Johnson, have you heard? Yesterday, two lumberjacks went into the pine forest and haven't come out yet; they probably met some mishap."
"Mr. Mayor, I've heard. This should be the third disappearance in half a month, right?"
In a not luxurious but warmly decorated wooden house, a burly, bearded man poured a cup of clear water for a well-dressed elder beside him.
