"Sister Ignis!"
"Oh, little Nina, hello."
The cheerful voice of the tavern owner's granddaughter rang out from the old tavern in White River Town.
Ever since the small Church of Astaria here was destroyed by the demon dragon's breath back then, the church showed no intention of rebuilding it, and no new chief priest came to take over this area. As the days passed, the people here grew accustomed to life without the church's presence.
No longer having to pay various strange taxes or participate in large-scale church-organized donations from time to time... For some elderly folks, they still wanted a place where they could devoutly pray, so the town mayor Karen converted the first floor of the town hall into a small prayer room.
Of course, everyone was clear that what the elderly prayed for in there was not the so-called goddess's love and mercy, but the seeds of free enlightenment left behind by a certain person who was once here, as well as that person himself.
