After passing through the noisy commercial streets, Sno came upon a river with a tremendous flow. Like the Tussock River that ran through Backlund, the capitals of major powers in this world seemed to all have a great river cutting across the entire city.
This river was called the Serenzzo. Roses of various varieties were planted along both banks. Unlike the beggars scattered throughout the commercial district, most of those sitting by the roadside here were bards holding bagpipes or harps, or painters who had set up easels to paint portraits for passersby.
Only after arriving here could one feel Trier's legendary artistic atmosphere. Still, it probably was not that the beggars and vagrants did not want to come near, nor that the artists were particularly formidable fighters. It was simply because this place was too close to Holy Light Cathedral, right?
Of course, it was not because of faith, but because...
"The land in this area belongs to the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, so Holy Light Cathedral taxes those who 'do business on the streets' nearby."
Iliyan pointed at the clergy wearing the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun's emblem and gave Sno an answer that left him somewhat speechless.
"As expected of the God of Commerce." Sno's mouth twitched slightly as he gazed toward Holy Light Cathedral on the river island. Compared to the relatively restrained style of St. Samuel Cathedral, this church, though not particularly large in essence, looked incomparably magnificent. It was filled with Gothic Christian aesthetics, making White Manufacturing's influence obvious at a glance.
The pure white walls reflected golden light beneath the lingering rays of the setting sun. Refracted repeatedly by the river, they produced a sacred halo, as if scattering holy power across both banks.
Sno's gaze passed through the dazzling