My elder sister opened the fairy tale book and started reciting.

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, the demon king invaded the world. He started his conquest of the world with his formidable powers, eradicating five countries from the map and slaughtering tens of millions of people. Beginning from the north, the Demonic Army moved south and eventually reached the Empire. Having been watching the demon king's movements, the Empire finally made its move.

The people saw millions of soldiers who acted according to the emperor's orders and the heroes who commanded these soldiers. Through them, they saw hope. However, contrary to their hopes, the Empire's army lost battles after battles. The sense of crisis had reached its peak. The people prayed for God to send a warrior who could fight off the demon king, but God didn't answer their prayers.

However, one day, the demon king who had won every single battle he fought made a huge mistake.

What mistake was it? Hoho...

Naturally, he had messed with our tribe, our village.