Of course, Fiammetta had not been idle while she waited.
She had been peddling fluffy baked bread everywhere, seriously considering whether to use [Monastery Beer] as a brand name and sell authentic liquid bread as well.
The mention of liquid bread made her laugh.
A creative predecessor had once been caught secretly brewing beer with hops in the dormitory. She had righteously called beer liquid bread. Though she was ultimately persuaded to leave, the term liquid bread lived on.
Now, in the blink of an eye, a century had passed. Beer had become an inseparable part of the monastery, an inseparable label.
As Fiammetta peddled her wares, she kept thinking.
Tradition seemed to arise from countless tiny changes.
There had once been a change, and after a long enough time, if that change remained, it became tradition.
By that logic, tradition and change did not seem so different.
Thinking this, Fiammetta felt full of confidence about her journey back to Landon Monastery. Nothing was unchangeable. So long as she recorded everything she had seen during this time, she believed she could convince quite a few old fossils.
Especially that video...
Fiammetta could not imagine how powerful it would be. If they added the Shrine's newly developed weaponry, they would be unstoppable. Even the most stubborn angels would have no choice but to acknowledge it under the crushing weight of reality.
Invincible!
As she sold bread and liquid bread, Fiammetta could not help straightening her back a little.
Until she hit a setback.
Bearing the glory of Landon Monastery and the status of a visitor from Laterano, no factory or large supermarket chain could refuse her.
They would usually welcome her warmly, negotiate earnestly, and seem deeply moved.
Then refuse.
The reason was simple. Opening up such a long trade route