Flora glanced at him but did not answer directly. "You might as well witness it with your own eyes."
Damian nodded, somewhat bewildered. He vaguely felt that this older sister of his, whom he had once spent every day with, seemed a little different.
Several Communion believers approached them. "Miss Elegy, Vanessa is looking for you. Let us take over the Mourning Poetry Society's arrangements."
Flora nodded and patted Damian on the back. "I'll head over first. If you have any questions, you can go straight to Miss Dorothea."
Damian did not see Miss Dorothea. Only a silly-looking crow flew onto his shoulder.
Still, he forced himself to nod. He did not want to cause trouble for his older sister.
He took Alice's hand and led the society's members and the orphans off in another direction. Alongside him were the refugees who had just received relief supplies and several core members of the Communion.
"This is the school. All children can attend for free, while adults need to attend night school. The school provides lunch or a late-night meal."
"This is the hospital. Medical treatment is free, but you need to do a certain number of hours of volunteer work at the hospital-the canteen hospital over there is particularly good at enemas."
"That's the canteen over there."
The believers seemed unwilling to say much about the canteen. Damian had wanted to ask, but then remembered that the local cult was called the Communion. Perhaps they had some strange customs concerning meals. It was better not to ask.
The other refugees' eyes lit up, however, and they asked cautiously, "Sir, is the canteen here really like the rumors say? Can you eat for free whenever you want?"
"Of course not," the believer answered without hesitation.
The refugees were somewhat disappointed to