"Jinkela."
Rosa repeated the term in her heart.
She just felt a burst of confusion.
However, looking at that expanse of crimson gold plains, and the plump, distinct, and lush wheat stalks.
Rosa's gaze was drawn to them involuntarily, unable to return to her senses for a long time.
If—
If the Kingdom of Lortala's farmlands could also boast such a splendid scene...
Then, in the current kingdom, perhaps there wouldn't be so many people forced to leave their homes due to famine, selling their possessions to become slaves or wanderers.
And her father might not have developed eye disease purely from hunger.
Looking at that pale gold plain, an irrepressible longing and yearning surged in Rosa's heart.
However, just at this moment.
Rosa was suddenly startled.
Because within her vision, she unexpectedly saw—
