'It appears even more harrowing when observed up close. I recall reading in a novel that the Holy Temple was entrusted with caring for the impoverished.'
Embracing a sizable paper bag filled with bread, she held it close to her chest, consumed by an overwhelming sense of sorrow and guilt. Though no stranger to the realities of poverty, witnessing the sheer atrocity of the Capital's slums seemed to rend her very soul like an unyielding avalanche.
"Altair, how can such destitution be allowed to persist? Shouldn't the Temple be providing these vulnerable souls with the aid they so desperately need?"
A deep furrow etched between Altair's brows as he frowned, his large, pale hands firmly grasping the corners of a capacious canvas bag brimming with vegetables.
"The Temple's aid relies solely on direct donations from nobles, and regrettably, such contributions have been sparse for an extended period."
