30 Years after Reincarnation, it turns out to be a Romance Fantasy Novel

Merchants, mercenaries, scholars, and adventurers from other continents who entered the South were often most shocked by one thing—the climate and environment.

More precisely, by how different the weather and terrain were from one region to another.

For example, a southern territory they had visited just the day before might have had bright sunshine and refreshing breezes, yet another region could be perpetually covered in clouds, experiencing nearly three hundred days of rainfall a year.

Some villages nestled in the mountains felt as warm as spring all year round, while others—despite lacking any coastline or even a single river—were oppressively hot and humid.

It was an environment possible only in the South, blessed by Mysticism. First-time visitors often found themselves struggling to adapt and sometimes even collapsed due to the drastic differences.

Some scholars theorized that these erratic conditions were what made southern knights significantly stronger than their counterparts from other continents, though no definitive explanation had ever been found.

The South followed the natural cycle of four seasons, yet the conditions within each region were anything but predictable. No one could say what Mysticism had passed through a place and left its mark.

With that in mind—

Hooouuuk…!

It was not particularly strange for a domain to be covered in mist all year round.

Squelch, squelch.

Shrouded in perpetual fog, this land remained in a state of twilight even in the middle of the day.

To exaggerate slightly, one would struggle to find their way without a lamp, and when it rained, the water would pool and refuse to disappear even after half a month had passed.

Because of this, the people of the land habitually carried shovels and brooms, clearing out the accumulated rainwater the day after each downpour.

It might have seemed like an awful place to live, but that didn’t mean it had no merits.

"I heard this year’s cherry harvest was excellent."

"Not just cherries! The grape yield is amazing too."

"Hooh! I’m looking forward to this year's wine."

"Let’s have a toast with grilled trout to celebrate later."

"Sounds good. I’ll bring some bacon and vegetables."

The land was incredibly fertile.

Logic dictated that without enough sunlight, farming should be impossible, yet for some reason, crops flourished in this land.

Some claimed the mist filtered out only the beneficial energy from the sun and distributed it to the fruits and vegetables.

No one knew the truth, but the fact remained that the land produced bountiful harvests, which was blessing enough for its people.

Particularly this summer, thanks to a new high-quality fertilizer spread by Crown Princess Isis, the crops had yielded more than ever before, and the people had begun worshiping her—despite never having seen her in person.

"We should present the finest wine to the royal family."

"Of course."