“Haven’t you seen it countless times already? The orphans overflowing on the continent that no one cares for, while the commoners starve and fill their meals with mushrooms or tree bark, the nobles drink wine worth hundreds of gold per glass.”
It was around this time that my stopped breathing burst out again.
It wasn’t calm breathing. Rather, gaspingly, I hurriedly tried to raise a counterargument.
“That’s.”
“The miracles of God that are fair to all, why don’t they reach those who have no donations to give to the temple?”
Then, questions spilled out in succession.
I lost my words again and only inhaled rough breaths.
“Why did the elves have to be driven out of their homeland and wander the north? Hunted like rabbits or deer……”
“Stop, stop!”
It was a shout I spat out, unable to endure any longer.
It was dangerous to continue like this. While the woman’s words paused for a moment,…