"May the Gods bless you, generous and kind sirs."
"May the Gods also bless you, please take today's aid."
Hero Anleisi, hired by the Holy Light Church, handed a bag of relief supplies to the gaunt farmer before her. The supplies, once taken home, were only about the size of a fist, but their weight was enough to support the farmer for several more days.
After receiving the aid, the farmer displayed an agility that didn't match his appearance, darting away like a rabbit. It seemed he was wary of others eyeing the supplies in his hands.
Anleisi watched him leave. If it had been her first time distributing aid, she would have found it puzzling. After all, this place was guarded by the Holy Light Church's army. Who would dare to steal his aid?
But now she was used to it. In such situations, she would just glance over, turn her head, and say to the endless queue before her:
"Next."
A new civilian came before her, bowed reverently, and said:
"May the Gods bless you all..."
