He sat down again, propped his chin in his hands, and gazed at the sky with shining eyes.
"So we absolutely have to win."
That child was also the first friend she had made in this world.
His words had touched her deeply.
For the entire day after she returned, she lay on her bed with her eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Later.
She sought out that child again, and when he saw her, he was delighted and brimming with enthusiasm.
That day, he took her to the Empire's abbey. Like every lost wanderer, she found a job in this mortal world, with delicious meals every day, a place for a wanderer to stay, and the most basic necessities of life secured.
She did not know what she was doing, either. It was as though she had suddenly turned herself into a true mortal, experiencing life at the bottom.
Yet, for some reason.
She no longer felt that she was suffering.
Every day, she had set hours for work and daily life, books to read, and a future to look forward to.
There were no more wanderers on the streets, either. Guided by the people around them, everyone had joined this collective, working together and laughing together. They all shared the same faith, and during their daily prayers, they could see countless trillions of points of light from different worlds. Those were people just like them, whose destinies their King had linked together.
All of us are working toward that hopeful future.
Everything was so wonderful.
After the great reforms, strict rule of law had taken root in people's hearts, and their shared faith filled every life with purpose and enthusiasm.
Everyone had a goal, an ideal to strive for. Especially in the worlds that had suffered invasions,