Another major event happened in the Holy Britain Kingdom in the middle of winter.
It was probably because everyone had just built a new village and the enthusiasm in their hands had yet to pass.
Someone had a sudden idea and built a new building in the old village.
However, compared to other buildings that emphasized on practicality, this building was not as simple. The size and function of this building were somewhat special.
"You said this is a church?"
He looked at the cramped little house in front of him and then at the cross made of oak placed high up.
No matter what, Shaya couldn't associate it with the magnificent cathedral in his mind.
At the same time, there was something even more interesting:
"Is this the cathedral that worships that god?!”
To Shaya, the prayers of the villagers were all over the place.
Someone was asking the God of Harvest for next year's food.
Someone was asking the God of War for protection.
There were also people who requested a sharper axe from the God of Craftsmen.
In short, the gods that everyone believed in were almost all the same.
However, among the gods that these people believed in, very few people mentioned the name of the Lord.
This was simply off the charts!
But in Altolia's eyes, it was a normal thing.
"This is because the missionary did not spread the faith.”
The British Isles, located on the northwestern border of the European continent, was an island country with inconvenient transportation.
The people living in the Germanic region were called barbarians by the Roman people.
The Celts living on the British Isles were even more barbaric than the barbarians.
In such a remote place, even those who were passionate about preaching would find it difficult to travel all the way to this place.
In fact, the large-scale missionary activities in Britain were only in the 7th century.
Now, only a few so-called saints had come to the British Isles to bring the good news of the Lord to a small part of this barren land.
Most of the Celts living on this island still maintained the traditions that had been followed for thousands of years and believed in the gods of Ulster mythology.
"So, you want to force them all to convert?”
Shaya, who had nothing better to do, was teasing Altolia again.
However, it was undeniable that Artolia was very tempted by this suggestion.
As a knight, she also had a heart that believed in light.
However, after thinking about it carefully, she suppressed her excitement and said,"
"No."
"At least not now."
She said with regret and determination.
"Their lives are already very hard.”
"I can't ask them to do more.”
Artolia answered seriously.
If it was a month ago, she would never have given such an answer.
Shaya was pleased with her change.
The current Artolia might still be the Red Dragon King who didn't understand people's hearts.
However, unlike before, she could at least think from the perspective of her subjects.
Other than that, there was another important point:
Now, Artolia could tolerate the existence of 'mistakes'. She didn't want to be obsessed with things that she didn't like and make the situation worse.
"The so-called being in harmony with the light and guarding the black is probably like this.”
"However, if you want to become a true king tier…just learning how to live in harmony with the light is far from enough!”
Shaya thought proudly.
He looked at Altoria, who had learned the basic courses and could barely be called a qualified leader.
Shaya felt that it was time to teach her some advanced techniques.
……
Three days later.
This was the coldest day of winter.
It was already late winter.
Although there were no snowflakes falling from the sky, the bone-piercing cold wind could almost freeze a person's soul.
In such weather, even the children who loved to play the most stayed in the house obediently.
As time passed, the food stored in the warehouse became less and less. As a result, everyone's daily food supply had also changed from two meals a day to one meal a day.
They had to save as much energy as possible to survive this difficult winter.
But then again...
They were refugees who had nothing.
Without the help of the village, they would have been frozen to death in the snow.
Now, not only did they have a place to shelter from the wind and snow, but they also had the most basic living security.
One meal a day was not enough to fill their stomachs, but at least they would not starve to death.
Under such circumstances, even the young children knew that they had nothing to complain about.
They were just praying that the winter would pass as soon as possible and that spring would come as soon as possible.
This way, they would have three full seasons to prepare for the next winter.
"Next winter will definitely not be so difficult!”
"Two meals a day? No, we'll have to eat three meals a day!”
Although they were in a difficult situation, they were full of hope for the future.
This was the spirit of a country full of vitality.
However, at this moment.
The villagers did not know yet.
In the small room where Altolia lived.
After getting the hint from Shaya, Altoria was discussing a big plan with her assistants.
"Christmas?"
Kel, who was also a knight, was very interested in the 'Christmas party' that Artolia mentioned.
Well, he could swear on the hair on Altolia's head. He really just wanted to take this opportunity to thank the Lord for his gift.
Instead of taking the opportunity to strike up a conversation with a beautiful girl and show off his bravery and strength as a knight.
At the same time, Morgan couldn't help but hold his forehead with his right hand as he looked at the list of items.
"My good sister!"
She said in a very plaintive voice,
"If we follow your method."
"Next week, we will all go hungry!”
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