In a rural village near Colmar, Pierre, a serf who had been rooted there for generations, felt like his life had become a living hell lately.

"Back then, I felt like I had the world in my hands."

Pierre had successfully managed to acquire a suit of armor worn by the knights of the Holy Empire during the last war.

Thanks to that, he had dreamed of becoming a free farmer, buying cattle, a house, and land after the war ended, feeling his heart race at the thought.

‘But no one bought the armor, right?’

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Due to the Lyon Kingdom’s unexpected defeat in the last war, no merchant from the kingdom would buy the armor.

To make matters worse, food reserves had been plundered, and all the fields were burned, leaving nothing but the armor.

Pierre and his family were left worrying whether they would starve to death after the war ended.

"Still, when I sold the armor, it felt good…"

Although he sold it for half the price, he managed to get three gold coins for it.

With that money, he thought he could just barely survive this year, buying cattle, a house, and land to live a better life than before.

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