The red sun hung low, setting the horizon ablaze, while wisps of cooking smoke drifted over the entire Holy City.
After a busy day, the commoners returned home as usual, where steaming meals and the cheerful laughter of their children awaited them.
Some scantily clad women wandered along the streets. They were the cheapest wild doves. It was worth mentioning that the Royal Capital did not regulate this ancient trade. They were also part of a sizable industry chain, and even "private businesses" had to pay taxes.
It made sense. In this technologically backward world, people had basically no nighttime entertainment besides making babies and drinking. Years of war had driven up the prices of grain, vegetables, and fruit, while alcohol had become a luxury. Thus, making babies was the only evening entertainment available to the commoners.
Of course, this world had no family planning. On the contrary, if a couple had more than three children, all children born afterward would receive subsidies from the Royal Family. It was a considerable source of income.
Someone had calculated that if a family raised more than ten children, they basically would not need to work. The subsidies from the Royal Family would be enough to live on.
Maintaining a war required a huge population base, so the Holy Sord Kingdom strongly encouraged childbirth. If one of the wild doves on the street accidentally became pregnant, she no longer needed to work and would have food and clothing guaranteed for the following year.
Under such laws, the people of the Holy Sord Kingdom were very open-minded, and women's status had risen sharply. This world had no concept of gender equality, because in everyone's eyes, men and women were equal by nature. It was only right and proper, so there was no need to