It was a wonderful evening, everything was wonderful and peaceful like any other evening. Everything was just…perfect. Or so Nea thought.
The Centaurs had just returned to the village after a tiring day of cleaning the Knight Statues around the island.
The real reason why the Centaurs always had to clean the Knight Statues all over the island even though they didn't want to was mainly because a long time ago, a leader had said that if they did so, they would have a good relationship with the Knight Statues if those monsters woke up one day.
Right now, all the Centaurs were gathered around a huge campfire to dispel the cold of the night as well as light up their entire village.
But it seemed like it only had little effect.
The night breeze kept blowing towards the Centaurs who were having dinner together, causing everyone to have goosebumps due to the cold. But they didn't hate this feeling at all.
On the contrary, they seemed to be enjoying it a lot.
