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There were three moons in the night sky.

The biggest red moon.

A medium-sized green moon.

And the smallest silver moon.

Leon was gathering his emotions while looking at his favorite silver moon.

Leon’s mother, Sylvia, came to visit him.

“It’s chilly. What are you doing here?”

“I was thinking about it.”

“Concerned? Because of the children who died in the war?”

“That’s true, but I was worried about the draft.”

“Because of that?”

“Yes, so, Mom. Shall I tell Sian my secret too?”

In response to Leon’s question, Sylvia smiled kindly and hugged Leon tightly.

“Do whatever you want, Clara.”

Clara, that was Leon’s real name. He, no, she was a woman, not a man.

The reason she lived like a man while disguising herself as a man was simple.

Because a family with a man, even if it is fake, is safer than a family with three sisters because of its appearance.

Of course, there were other reasons than that, but the former reason was the main reason why Clara insisted on the masculine name Leon.

“Then I won’t tell you.”

“Why?”

“Because it seems like Sian wants a man like her father.”

“….”

Sylvia couldn’t say anything at Clara’s words.

She was happy to have three daughters named Clara, Chloe, and Clia, but her husband, who wanted a boy, was not very happy about the three daughters.

So he forced Clara to act like a boy.

At first, Sylvia did not understand her husband’s actions. Couldn’t I have loved my child more purely?

But now I had some understanding of the choices my late husband had made.

Because the weight of being the head of the household is that heavy.

When Sylvia’s husband dies and Clara is forcibly conscripted.

The first thought that came to mind was despair.

Will I be able to get along well in a family with only women?

What do I do when winter comes?

What can I do if someone wants to rape my daughter? etc.

Only bad thoughts passed by.

Fortunately, thanks to the village chief’s advice, I was able to get a son-in-law named Xian. Of course, I was worried at first because I was a foreigner.

What if this guy hates Chloe? What if violence occurs?

Fortunately, contrary to my worries, Sian was a good man.

He tried to take responsibility for the burden of being the head of the family more than anyone else, and he truly loved Chloe. So much so that I envy my daughter Chloe.

And I felt comforted and reassured by his words that he would protect me as well.

“Still, Clara.”

“Yes. Mom.”

“If you change your mind, tell Sian your secret.”

“Why?”

“The Xian I see is not a man who is disappointed because you are a woman.”

So Sylvia spoke with the hope that her daughter, who suffered the most because of her, would also feel this way.

“I understand. Mom.”

“Now, let’s dive in. It’s cold.”

“I can feel that winter is coming soon. But like Xian said, will the heating be okay?”

“It’s okay. Thanks to the ondol that Sian mentioned the other day, the whole house was warm.”

“Really?”

“That’s right.”

The mother and daughter entered the house smiling and reached the living room.

“Huh! honey! Good clothes!”

A woman’s moans were heard loudly. It was the sound Chloe made in the living room.

When the mother and daughter realized this, their faces gradually turned red.

“Mom, this sound… ”

“I hope Clara understands this.”

“Yes?”

“Xian is a bit out of this world. So, when I make love to Chloe like that every night, please bear with me even if it’s a little noisy.”

“….”

Clara couldn’t say anything at her mother’s words, and had to listen blankly to the sounds of the two men and women having lustful lovemaking.

That night, Clara couldn’t sleep at all.

. . .

next day.

The funeral was held under the leadership of the village chief.

To commemorate her husband, son, and father who died in the war.

However, it was not the bodies that went into the tomb, but the keepsakes they left behind.

It seems that the Count did not properly take care of the bodies of the soldiers who died during the war.

It was probably abandoned somewhere. It was just really sad.

But I couldn’t let sadness continue forever.

“Mercenaries can attack?”

I presented my opinion to Tom and the village chief, and the village chief accepted it and gathered the village men together and held a meeting.

The topic, of course, was preparation for an attack on the village.

My argument was as follows.

“Count Anitul, who lost the war, must pay compensation to Duke Sahad. That is also a significant amount. Count Anatul, who has already lost his capital due to the war, will have to pay just the compensation, so will he be able to properly pay the salaries of his mercenaries? I think not. And where will the anger of mercenaries who have not been paid go?”

There was some truth to my argument.

However, perhaps because they had gone through a difficult period of war, most of the men in the village who wanted rest did not listen to me.

And even the damned Buntangchung appeared.

“Would mercenaries come to a countryside like this because they are free? I think not.”

His legs were also bad.

“It could come. That means he might not come.”

“No. 100% will come. When I returned yesterday, there was someone tracking the villagers.”

“That’s just your opinion, there’s no solid evidence. The evidence.”

“It’s winter soon anyway, so there isn’t much work for everyone. There would be no problem if those who had leftovers formed a vigilante group.”

“Who are we to be free? Unlike you guys who never went to war.”

As expected, as a professional troublemaker, the asshole won with incitement rather than logic.

But you didn’t go to war either. You idiot.

“Garom, shut your mouth!”

Tom’s face turned as red as a jujube, as if he was extremely angry.

Tom tried not to interfere in the meeting, but since this incident was unusual, he was willing to interfere in earnest.

“Didn’t you go to war too?

“Well, I had no choice because of my disability!”

“It’s noisy! And if you hadn’t stolen so much from the mill, the young people here would have been able to relax for a while! Why are you talking so confidently about such a topic?!!”

“Tom, stop. Then I will die from a vase.”

The idiot couldn’t even shout at Tom.

That’s right, Tom’s influence in the village cannot be ignored.

A technician who is the only blacksmith in the village. Tom can spend the rest of his life being treated better in a town than here. Since he was captured by Tom, the position of an asshole in the village was in jeopardy.

And Tom has a watermill that I made together. Now it could be seen that the power of the mill owner had fallen to the ground.

“So what do you all think? About forming a vigilante group.”

The atmosphere began to stir at my question.

Tom supports me, so he seems to be influenced by it.

But unfortunately, only half of them accepted my opinion.

Because of the idiot’s reckless behavior? That didn’t have much effect, and going out in groups isn’t a problem anymore because the numbers aren’t that big.

The real problem is that everyone is too busy to leisurely form a vigilante group.

‘It’s a fantastic collaboration between war and embezzlement. ‘Fuck.’

Because of the war, the women of the household had to work among themselves during the busiest harvest season.

Well, if the women had taken their time, the harvest would have been completed without any problems.

But there were a lot of taxes due to the war and embezzlement committed by an idiot as a mill owner.

Village women, who had to prepare for winter and the following spring, had to grind their own grain with a millstone instead of using a flour mill.

As a result, there were quite a few families with work left over due to inefficient work.

Of course, this does not mean that there is no solution.

“This year, we will rent the watermill for free.”

First of all, the watermill was used as planned.

Unlike windmills, which require you to rely on wind, watermills can be used at any time, so they will grind grain quickly.

“Instead, if you have spare hands and are older, please help others with their work. Some families haven’t even finished harvesting yet. And let’s form a vigilante group with the remaining young people until winter.”

I looked at the village chief one last time and asked. I have to talk about it all day long because the village chief is the one who makes the decision.

And the village chief is one of the people in the village who looks kindly at me.

“Do as Xian says.”

In the end, the future policy was decided.

. . .

“Xian is really amazing.”

“What?”

“Sian has already led the village meeting. Are you thinking of becoming a village chief?”

“Are you crazy?! Why do I do such a bothersome thing?”

“Really? The village chief looks at Xian with a happy look.”

“Don’t say such scary things.”

“You don’t want to be the mayor like that?”

“uh.”

A village chief? I’d rather bite my tongue and die.

“But what are you going to do now, Xian?”

“What?”

“Vigilante. First of all, is Xian the leader of the vigilante group?”

“No, the right person will do it.”

Most of the village youth who join the vigilante group are those who have returned from war.

For them, the fact that I, who did not participate in the war, lead them as the leader of a vigilante group will stimulate their resistance.

“It should be done by someone who has served in war and is skilled and experienced.”

“I need to find someone like that.”

“It’s already been decided. Tom recommended a man named Carlson.”

“Then what do we do?”

“I have to work on something. Now, here is the top.”

“???”

“I will build a watchtower in the future.”

A little louder.