To the farmer behind the leader, Lann seemed like he was petting a little puppy as he lightly tapped the man's head.
With a "bang," the leader was knocked sideways directly to the ground.
Then, that towering figure, with eyes like a snake, swept over the crowd, and all the courage everyone had extracted from their fervent excitement evaporated like dried water traces.
Thus, the remaining five or six villagers came to an abrupt halt as their originally determined charging feet scraped harshly against the ground.
The fierceness that had momentarily flared up on their faces was more than half gone.
Three or four meters away from Lann, they frenziedly waved sickles, wooden sticks, and various tools.
It didn't look like they were attacking Lann, but rather like they didn't want Lann to come closer.
Lann quietly tilted his head, watching them.
He was sure they really were just farmers.
Is this situation... treating me like the bad guy?
