"Brother, what is the purpose of our lives?"
"To farm for the lord."
"No, brother, you misunderstood. I mean... what meaningful things should we do in our lives?"
"To farm for the lord, otherwise we will starve to death."
"..."
*This is really too sad. Shouldn't we have some dreams? To become knights, or maybe magicians? Even having a drink at a tavern at night would be nice...*
*Of course, we could stop farming and do things we love, like... something interesting!*
"I think... we can do a lot of interesting things."
"Like what?"
"Like... like... let's keep farming..."
"..."
Listening to the conversation between the two farmer brothers, Yila, standing in the shadows, revealed a complex and inexplicable smile. He felt like laughing... but for some reason, he couldn't make a sound.
*This was the empire, and for the empire, even for his time working in the empire, it was a good situation... The people must stay ignorant until their intelligence becomes meaningless.*
