The more Myriad-Heaven Net thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed. "You remember those civilians sheltered by the Fairies in Calimshan, right?
Quite a few of the men left afterward, but most of the women stayed.
Remember, when they left, the Fairies even gave them enough food for three days and some seeds for crops!
Vera came from Hill's place. When she calculated their food portions, she didn't use Toril's general standards, but the standard of living in Aglaia!
I remember the Calimshites themselves saying that, with a little rationing, that food could easily last seven days.
Besides, the Fairies wouldn't calculate separate portions for men and women.
For the women, that food was enough to last them half a month.
That was enough to get them to Calimport!
Calimport today isn't like it used to be, squeezing women dry... Amaunator may not be any good, but he's still a Sun God, after all."
"Fucking bullshit," Old School Striking King said scornfully. "Amaunator is the protector of patriarchy. Over there, women just aren't treated as merchandise anymore, but they still have no autonomy.
They'd have to be mad to hand themselves over as someone else's slaves!
How could women who escaped into a vast forest under those conditions really be useless?
They know what they want."
"Working for what you want with your own two hands is the first step toward a woman's independence," Cunlü couldn't help chiming in. "They've already taken that step and broken away from those empty-headed men. Why would they go backward?"
Although Calimshan's women had been oppressed for so many years that many had no idea how to strive for themselves, they still possessed the strength of class holders, at least at the apprentice level... How many women who lacked the ability to keep