'Hahaha!'
'Pass the ball! Over here! Over here!'
'Would you like to buy this? Come... It's the best that you can get!'
'May the Goddess be with you.'
'Are you cold? Wear this, it'll keep you warm.'
Eisylra had always been cold. It was known as the City of Ice for a reason. But despite the cold, the citizens managed to live on. They dealt with and adapted to the cold. Alongside the Goddess's help, they were all able to live in harmony.
'...I'm hungry.'
'I'm cold... can you spare me some money?'
But not everything was perfect.
No city was flawless.
But within the Mirror Dimension, such flaws were normal. People still lived on. They survived, and some even thrived.
Velar was one such person.
But not only did he thrive, but he also made others thrive. As a devout follower of the Goddess and one of the most powerful mages in the city, he became the guardian of the city.
He lived in the city.
And the city loved him.
'Thank you for everything!'
