When his father threw out his back, Hans returned to his hometown for the first time in 20 years to help with the family farm.

Upon his return, all his childhood friends were married with children, the village had changed, his parents had aged, and somehow, his embarrassing past was common knowledge—the impact of 20 years was far greater than Hans had imagined.

And as Hans quietly absorbed this shock, a new ordeal descended upon him.

“First, eradicate the weeds.”

“Wait, Dad! That’s a mandragora!”

“What about it?”

“Wha—!?”

Weeds spread, emitting cries of death; pests multiplied a hundredfold overnight; and if he failed to take down the harmful beasts, he’d be the one killed. In these days that could turn into a living hell with one wrong step, Hans shouted, “Who’s the utter idiot who spouted that ‘farming equals slow living’ nonsense?!”

—Alas, the profession of 'part-time farmer' is no easy feat, even in a fantasy world.