Night.
Triss lay on the floor, listening to her mother's suppressed coughing from the bed beside her as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Ever since her father had gone bankrupt and jumped to his death, she and her mother had moved out of their large house in Green George District and rented a single room in the slums.
Back then, her mother had entered a factory, but before long, she was dismissed after contracting a lung disease. From then on, she could only barely scrape by at home, pasting matchboxes and doing laundry for others. Her income was extremely unstable.
After Triss went out to "work," the family's situation improved somewhat, but not by much.
She had always wanted to save some money to get her mother treated, but sadly... another batch of female workers had recently lost their jobs. The earnings of streetwalkers kept falling, while they still had to deal with the extortion of the Empire's tax officers and the gangs. There was hardly any money left over.
For people in the slums, "savings" was merely a beautiful-sounding word, no different from a "dream."
"Today, I met a kind gentleman. He looked a little fierce, but he was unexpectedly kind-hearted..."
In a haze, Triss drifted into sleep.
Fog...
Grayish-white fog...
It was as though she heard a whisper by her ear...
Triss felt her thoughts growing sluggish, as if she were lightly drunk.
She raised her head and saw a tall figure shrouded in mist.
Countless wisps of fog surrounded him, swirling and curling around the edges of his gray robe...
"One wish!"
The tall figure spoke slowly.
Countless echoes rang through Triss's mind: "One wish, one wish, one wish..."
This... is this a god from legend?
*But He is clearly not the Sun God... I'll surely