A single gold coin held immense value, roughly equivalent to one million yen by Earth's standards. While larger religious organizations might receive even more extravagant donations, for Rusty, the two gold coins Wataru had given her were nothing short of monumental.
If Wataru had been a long-time devotee, Rusty might have been more mentally prepared for such generosity. However, he was merely a stranger, someone who had walked into the church for the first time that very day.
This unexpected windfall left her overwhelmed. The church, tucked away in the capital, rarely saw visitors, let alone donations. It was a modest branch of the Zeitram faith, struggling to survive in a society where the faith had gradually lost its followers. This stark reality made Rusty question Wataru's motives.
Her mind spun in rapid circles.
