Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a week had gone by.
The siege by the Salvation Army on Sparrow Wood Castle continued, but the worlds inside and outside the fortress were starkly different.
Outside the fortress, the Salvation Army's camp was orderly.
Each morning, the steam rising from hundreds of large cauldrons and the aroma of wheat porridge had become the most enchanting landscape on this desolate land. Drawn by that intoxicating fragrance, new hungry refugees joined almost daily.
Most of them were itinerant people heading to Twilight City, but now... they clearly no longer needed to go there, as they'd be begging if they did.
Some were seeking refuge with relatives, and the Salvation Army did not prevent them from going, even generously allowing them to drink a bowl of wheat porridge before setting off.
These people departed with gratitude. No need to ask, they would carry the legend of Holy Maiden Carian to the capital of Twilight Province.
