Mist Plane, in the season when spring warmed the earth and flowers bloomed.
A red sun hung high in the sky, constantly pouring its radiance down below with its own energy.
Leaves upon leaves gleamed with many-colored light against the sunlight. Morning dew rolled softly over them, dazzlingly beautiful beyond compare.
Across the land bathed in Romon God's divine radiance, life flourished everywhere.
Because so many people had gathered and settled in this region, its population surpassing that of any other fief, the mist commonly seen in the Mist World did not appear within its bounds.
As the mist dispersed, the sky within two hundred square kilometers remained an incomparably beautiful azure blue forever. The sunlight was gentle and lovely, bathing all things in its soft glow.
On the ground, all manner of plants grew strong and healthy. Regardless of race or age, they swayed together in the wind, as though singing a melody humans could not hear.
Within this region, trees grew lush, grasslands stretched emerald-green, and harmless little animals frolicked happily among the grass and bushes. Everywhere was a scene of peace.
It was April now. The weather was warm, and the air was filled with the mingled fragrance of grass, trees, and flowers.
Along a newly opened country road, people continually traveled back and forth. Some walked, but more rode in their own ox carts.
Since ancient times, the status of fief residents had never been high. They ranked only slightly above slaves and possessed merely basic freedom.
Yet upon the land illuminated by Romon God's radiance, these fief residents had begun to gain more opportunities.
By now, the first and second batches of believers had already been sent out.
More than ten thousand people had migrated beyond the city, establishing over a hundred villages scattered like