Starting with the sentries on the frontier

Sleeping dragons, vanished fairies, fallen elves, and a rising calamity star… This magnificent and fantastical otherworld, with its ambiguous gods and legendary mages roaming the land, has nothing to do with Zag, who has just transmigrated here. What could be more despairing than being a sentinel in a remote, impoverished village? Yes, yes, there is—he also has the responsibility of supporting a bedridden, nominally elderly mother, and feeding a foul-mouthed, arrogant fairy who looks no different from a talking black cat. And his weekly wage is a paltry 30 shillings! Since things have come to this, he'd better see how to earn some extra money first! [Note: This is not a Japanese-style Western fantasy; the world-building leans more towards traditional Western fantasy like *The Elder Scrolls*. It's a slow-burn, slice-of-life story—not a Marvel fanfiction!]