Like the shadow cast by a church's idol, even in the ancient age when Amaunator, the [Guardian of the Eternal Sun], was at His mightiest, He had never spread the sun's blazing radiance to every corner of the world.
Night would come in the end.
And shadow had never truly melted away beneath the light.
While nobles in splendid crowns and fine clothes exchanged toasts at extravagant banquets, there were always people worrying over how to fill their stomachs.
Even in a great city like Newm, behind those grand and magnificent churches and mansions, countless filthy places stuffed with mud and garbage lay hidden.
In a certain sense, it was precisely because of the city's vast scale and its highly prosperous commerce
that this stinking land, enough to make anyone hold their breath and frown at the mere mention of it, rotted all the more, sank deep into darkness, and found it hard to break free.
Drifting plane-tree leaves, the comfortable gurgle of fountains, the sound of harp strings from roadside restaurants...
The evening wind of autumn, to the wealthy people on Eagle Emblem Avenue who took their pets out for a stroll after dinner, had always been gentle, cool, and pleasant.
But when the people beneath the night lost the protection of thick autumn clothes and warm houses, exposing their fragile flesh to the cold wind, it would reveal its true nature of despising the poor and favoring the rich.
Newm, Lower City District.
Little Snot hugged his chest tightly with both hands and wrapped the thin patched hemp shirt on his body a little tighter.
It was not much use.
The bone-piercing, biting cold wind was just like the stingy fat boss at the newspaper office. No matter how much he wore out his tongue and begged bitterly,