The morning light in Devor Village in the White Dew District on the outskirts of the Holy City carries a touch of chill and moisture.
The fields exude a unique earthy fragrance, blending with the crowing of the roosters in the yard to paint a poetic pastoral scene.
Old Magi sits on the steps of his doorstep, slowly smoking a pipe, squinting as he looks at the rising mist in the distance. His wife is gathering the dried clothes from the yard, while their youngest son is scribbling circles with a twig on the ground, amusing himself by playing with mud.
He has three children. His eldest son became an adventurer, following in the footsteps of Saint Sis and disappeared somewhere unknown. His second son joined the army and is serving His Majesty the Emperor in the New Continent, leaving only his six-year-old youngest son to accompany him.
The family, though living in poverty, finds contentment and joy.
