The wind that blew down from the high planes swept across the rye fields, causing them to ripple in golden waves.
Following the change of the seasons, the young plants that had covered the ground like a carpet had also changed into an impressive blanket of golden yellow. While the other lands were experiencing a threatening situation of crop failure, it was only this land that had seemed to be blessed with a great estimated yield in wheat and grapes.
“Ara, it's all thanks to you, [ ]-sama[1], that we are able to reap such a great yield this year!”