Though it was called a small town, it did not have many residents. Only several hundred, fewer than a thousand people, gathered at the foot of the mountain.
Though small, it had everything it needed. Thanks to income from hunting, lumber, and fisheries, the town was much better off than other places.
There was no shortage of fruit shops, tailor shops, blacksmiths, and the like.
The mountain was unnamed. Even the old people in town could not recall what it had once been called. After the name had been passed down for so long, it was simply called Nameless Mountain.
The lake was crescent-shaped and called Moon Lake. Simple and easy to understand.
Other than the annual taxes weighing them down, the townspeople lived fairly well—at least far better than those in the slums of the royal capital.
The church-like building in the center of town had clearly been built recently. Though it carried an air of antiquity, Kurumi could not sense the passage of time from it.
Mo Xiao wore white robes with a silver cross hanging from his chest. With his stern expression, he truly looked the part.
A townswoman knelt on the ground, begging the priest to lend a helping hand and treat her elderly father...
Only after they had finished did Kurumi enter the church.
"I didn't expect you to have everything looking so convincing after just a few days."
"Ah." Mo Xiao, the "priest" who had just been wearing a solemn expression, sighed. "If it weren't for the information you sent us, we wouldn't have known why time had reset twice."
"You'll get used to it." Kurumi smiled.
"No, no, no." Mo Xiao hurriedly waved his hands. "This sort of tricking-people business was fun the first time. The second and third times were incredibly dull