Birka Island, Residential Street.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep... It's only a dream."
"A dream... snore, snore..."
In the darkness, Reg's voice was like a demon's whisper... Soon, Weide, hypnotized, began to snore.
That's a lot to take in... Who'd have thought men could gossip so much?
With a strange look on his face, Reg began to move through the darkness... As a worker in the cloud-processing industry, Weide could easily have made a living as an information broker.
The nearly two hours of questions and answers had given Reg a great deal of useful information... First of all, the people of Birka Island called themselves "Skypieans."
Like the people of Messenger Island, the Skypieans worshipped the "land" with extraordinary devotion.
The legend of the "Endless Vearth" passed down here went something like this: far away, in the higher sky, stretched an endless expanse of land... Their ancestors had come from there.
Every Skypiean dreamed of returning to the Endless Vearth one day, of journeying to the divine kingdom where their ancestors had lived.
The island's power system had been in place for a long time. It was usually powered by windmills... Ordinary people weren't allowed near them; the Divine Soldiers were responsible for their upkeep.
As a cloud-processing worker, Weide had been summoned many times to repair the cloud roads near the windmills... He said that the windmills were packed with dense networks of iron pipes, and dazzling lightning was stored inside enormous glass spheres in the windmill workshops.
According to Weide, Birka had six districts:
"The Holy Land": Centered around Birka Temple, at the highest point in the middle of the island... The densely clustered palaces around it were where the god and the priests lived. Except for religious personnel, no one was allowed to approach freely.