In a simple thatched cottage in the Holy Dragon Kingdom's capital.
That was the slums of the capital. The people who lived there were poor people without money or power. At that moment, two young children were surrounding an old man in the thatched cottage.
A statue of a god was placed on the table in front of the old man. The statue looked like it was wearing shining golden armor. Gears of different sizes were floating on its back. Its face was handsome, and its eyes were filled with love and all-encompassing light.
"Great God of Light, Baldur, please bless our family to live peacefully this year. Bless us with a healthy life. If the taxes collected by the kingdom can be reduced by 30 percent, it will be even better."
The old man put his hands together and prayed sincerely to the statue. After praying, he even stretched out his right hand and drew a cross on his chest.
