The Church of Storms' Sea King subsequently took action, only to be driven back. This undoubtedly further fueled the Resistance Army's enthusiasm. They fought with mounting courage, reclaiming one lost territory after another.
Early that morning,
Audrey was at the charity hall in the East Borough, overseeing the distribution of bread and broth. On Mr. Hanged Man's advice, the bread they handed out was of relatively poor quality, so they could identify those truly in need.
Looking at the dense crowd before her, their faces numb and despairing, Audrey gained an even deeper understanding of her father's words. There were far too many people who needed help. The Hall Family alone could accomplish nothing.
Unless all the wealthy people and landowners in Backlund brought out their stockpiled supplies.
But that was clearly impossible. In fact, not only would those people refuse to offer anything to help the lower classes, they would seize the opportunity to hoard goods and inflate prices, amassing wealth.
As for how many people died as a result, what did that have to do with them? Would it affect their balls? Their fine food? Their status?
To them, nothing in this world was worth less than a human life.
Phew-
Audrey softly exhaled a pent-up breath, and the books she had read lately involuntarily flashed through her mind. Sure enough, the only possible way to truly solve these problems is to smash the entire existing order and rebuild it.
And how could it be smashed and rebuilt?
Reform and change alone would not do. Only revolution would!
At that thought, Audrey felt somewhat lost. Although she understood the reasoning, what exactly should she do?
*My world and Edward's world are different, after all. Although there is magic in Edward's world, its practitioners chose seclusion long ago. For