Teardrop Capital (Iliastia) is a well-watered capital located near the mouth of the Sansen River, the great river that flows through the western part of the Glassland Continent.
This Sansen River is a very calm river, with no record of flooding for the last few hundred years.
But back in the day, they didn't.
Now there is one source from which this Sansen River is calm.
- Back in the day, when color and mystery were still rooted in this world.
In a certain city, there was a quiet daughter named Ilia.
Her mother was a slum whore, and her father knew no one.
It was a poor and harsh environment, but she resented no one because her mother's teaching was good or because of her own qualities.
But by the time Ilia was ten, her mother fell ill and became one who would not return.
The only time she lost her closeness was when she worked as a launderer but life didn't stand up and finally thought about selling herself - she heard a voice of God.
It was Rare Sylwia, the ancestor of all spirits, the goddess of change and exile, who had called out to me.
Rare Sylwia stands alongside the Wind God Wor and is known as a God who prays to people as a play, not as a mission or a qualities.
- She accepted the voice of the goddess, became a priest, not a whore, and was taken over by the great temple of the city.
But the temple was not a paradise.
The prayers given to her were meagre, and the priests, who could not get as much prayer as they could, scorned her out of jealousy as the daughter of a whore, the birth of a lower bitch.
- She was a temple and was to do laundry as usual.
But she didn't resent anyone.
Quiet, I've been doing laundry for a long time.
Every day, you get a meal that is free from shortages to live.
Compared to a life without alarm in a ghetto, the malice around you is mild, as are some friendly people.
Although the laundry was heavy labor, it felt good to dry a lot of laundry on a sunny day.
The time to pray calmly, quietly, and flow is relaxed and comfortable.
I didn't hate Ilia for praying or washing.
Quiet, she accepted everything as it were.
... Such a girlfriend, one day, fell in love for the first time.
The other man visited the temple to worship, the prince of the neighbouring country.
He didn't have such a sweet look, but he had sweet eyes and put words of care on her when she was doing the laundry.
If she noticed, she couldn't keep her eyes open.... of course, it was a love that couldn't possibly come true.
The prince was a thin and timid man, but a gentle and thought-provoking man.
He had a beloved fiancée, and it was a princess of this country's kind and beautiful reputation.
There was nowhere else to go but a little prayer could be used, such as the gaping gap between the lower cleric Ilia.
So Ilia, as usual, accepted everything as it were.
Though she thinks of the prince, she prays as usual, washes as usual, and spends her days peacefully.
She didn't cry, and no one resented her.
- Upstream of the Sansen River, the evil First Giant woke up at that time.
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Upstream of the Sansen River lies a fierce giant who once bore a deep hand in the feud of the gods.
Once conferred on the camp of evil gods in the battle of the gods, they fought with the "King of Poison and Sulphur", "Lava Compatriots" and "Sickle of the Gods" of the camp of good gods, and were devoured by the exhalation of their fever and wanted to fall.
"What Causes Hazards," "Boiling Waves" - Hurlbalds from "Grey Beard".
Because he defeated this giant, the dragon is a warrior of the giant clan who also told him that he had sacrificed 10% of the treasures of the gods.
If Hurlbalds groans at the pain and snaps his teeth, it will rain unstoppably as he snaps.
The Great River goes wild with boredom when Hurlbalds gets bored with the venom of fanaticism.
Sometimes Hurlbalds rose up and destroyed the nations of the little things around him, only to distract him.
For the first time in a hundred years, its dreaded "Original Giant", "Grey Beard" Hurl Balls, woke up.
The giant's grumpy teeth and groans brought heavy rain around, and people saw the shadow of an evil giant, able to roar the "Ice Mountains" of the north smoking in the rain.
- Both the city of Ilia and the neighboring countries became a mayhem.
What could escape escaped, and what could not escape lived in fright, prayer, trembling.
Even contending with the gods, the "original giant" inquiry was tantamount to a natural disaster.
There was no place in Ilia to run away.
So she decided, as usual, to accept everything.
I didn't cry, I didn't resent anyone, I was going to pray quietly and wait for the time of death.
She realized for the first time at this time that her serenity was a renunciation of what could not be done.
But then a prince appeared in the temple.
Even at a time like this, Ilia's chest rattled, and at the same time she was surprised.
- The prince was about to wake up a soldier of giant crusades.
Grab a sword in your thin arm.
He stood with trembling feet, raised his voice about to turn upside down, and recruited brave men.
The prince. The line was thin, and the timid prince - against the giant everyone had given up, had not given up.
Of course, the results were not progressive. The powerful priests of the temple also shook their heads without strength.
There are not many things like trying to challenge the dreaded First Giant.
Still, the prince did not seem to have given up and left with a slight companion.
Ilia, who has no power and cannot be the force of war the prince seeks, just drops off his back -
That's how that day she stopped giving up.
Ilia prayed.
No longer were people much less, in idle cold temples, just praying, wholeheartedly.
I prayed, prayed, prayed, slept half passed out, prayed again when I woke up, just kept praying.
Her constant prayers were off track.
So much so that the roots are finally lost and the Spirit God's Spirit (Echo) descends.
"- Kissama!
And the goddess who appeared looked like an old woman dressed in frost.
The old woman shouted in a rough voice, like shredding the soul of what she hears.
... The Spirit God Rare Sylwia's Spirit changes its appearance according to the season in which it descends.
In the spring she becomes somewhat of an adorable girl, in the summer a girl who moves brightly, in the autumn she becomes a luscious beauty with abundant limbs, and in the winter an old woman dressed in frost.
The goddess Rare Sylwia hated being seen as herself in winter more than anything else.
In the sanctuary of the Spirit God dotted in the mountains and the sea, many that enter winter lose their lives. To buy the wrath of the Spirit God.
In winter, perseverance in calling for such a whimsical goddess was almost synonymous with suicide for all believers.
"You know."
A cold, extremely cold breeze blew through the temple.
"We are ready"
Ilia knelt before God and answered straight.
"But please, bless the battle of the prince."
And so she uttered her thoughts of the prince.
I can't hide God before my ex.
That I've always had thoughts, that I've given up everything and lived, that the day I dropped off the prince, that I stopped giving up.
I revealed everything before God, lying down and begging for help.
"... then I don't know. How much of a concubine is not a god in the first place?
But the spiritual God, who looked like an old woman, laughed spirally at the plea.
Ilia again sought refuge, and the grumpy goddess said no again, without even trying to hide her malice.
"If you can't, thank you for your help."
"Even so, then no.... I don't like those youthful eyes, I don't feel comfortable taking petitions from those who have such eyes"
The third time the goddess said no, Ilia looked up and said:
"Then I dedicate this eye. Please, take care of yourself."
"Hmm."
For a moment, Ilia's vision was closed to darkness.
The goddess took away the light from Ilia's eyes.
The next time Ilia wished for protection, the goddess said she didn't like Ilia's supple feet.
Ilia gave her legs.
The next time Ilia wished for protection, the goddess said she didn't like Ilia's tense voice.
Ilia sacrificed her throat.
- In the darkness, he lost the power of his feet, he could not speak, but Ilia kept praying to the goddess for protection.
Finally, the goddess asked.
"If the prince wins, the prince will be sunny and tied to the princess. - You sacrificed your eyes, feet and throat to an unrequited love?
That's okay, Ilia, unable to speak, replied.
Whether they give up being bound or rewarded.
Still, I want to at least help.
- I just don't want to give up on this warm thought.
Please, Ilia slipped to the hem of the Goddess's cold frosted coat.
The goddess, the spiritual god Rare Sylwia, was often silent - fu, asked.
"What do you think of the concubine? … give a miracle at random, and refuse the wish of your body, eyes, feet, and throat-taking concubine (straw)."
- I'm a proud God.
While I would be angry at being called in the most unwanted way, I loaned my ear to my appeal, refused, and never just tried to block it.
No matter how many times I wished for repeated protection, I asked you to listen to that mouth.
I'm sure you have a strong sense of pride and conviction, as you are.
It's something I don't have that I've given up on so many things.
"You looked very, envious, beautiful," he said? Hmm. "
Spirit God, who looked like an old woman, kicked the floor in frustration when he snorted in a grumpy manner.
But a concubine is not a god. I don't even like sadness, I refuse to like it!
The goddess kicks the floor over and over again.
- That's how he left in front of Ilia, who lost his eyes, his legs, and his throat.
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That day, on the journey to the Ice Mountains, home to Hurlbalds, the first giant, Gray Beard.
In the rain, before a line of princes, several powerful wandering warriors and wandering wizards appeared.
The surprised princes, but there was no animosity towards them.
They were inspired by the wind god, Wor, and put forward as their forerunners.
The wind god Wor said that he wished all of the apostles who had given him protection to join him in helping to rid the Ice Mountains of the giants.
The prince, who had no idea of his protection, leaned his neck and asked him why.
The Apostles replied that the Wind God had received a plea from the Spirit God.
The Spirit God of the Spring Girl and the Wind God in the Child, sing, dance, and run the world to spring together.
Among the great gods, the two gods, who perform the bi-perfection of immortality, are the best friends.
His shallow friend visited him in the winter and fell to his knees, so the wind god cooperated without a word or two.
The prince didn't even feel the protection of the Spirit God, and he still leaned his neck.
That's how the prince arrived at the Ice Mountains, but around him, the roar of the giant drove Mana wild, and the rain and wind made him wonder where the giant was.
From somewhere, however, hidden men with the thick protection of Enright, the god of knowledge, appeared to show the way.
The prince, who had no idea of his protection, tilted his neck and asked him why.
The coverts replied that the Knowledge God received a plea from the Spirit God.
The Pendant Spirit God is, however, far more of a friend than the Knowledge God, and many of the hidden who leave the world and immerse themselves in exploration rely on the Spirit God's nostalgia.
As a consideration, the Knowledge God has continued to hold the posterior sight of the Spirit God, who is prone to disturbances among the gods because of his exodus, with his calm naked eyes.
A god like his daughter came to visit him in the winter and fell to his knees, and therefore God of Knowledge cooperated without one or two.
But again, the prince did not feel protected by the Spirit God, and he tilted his neck again.
Even then, several pillars of God's Apostle appeared and joined the line of princes.
Some of them were apostles of God who were not good friends with the Spirit God.
Martel, the goddess of the earth, is told that he surrounded the city of order on agricultural land and distanced the nature of the Spirit God because he was seduced by Vault, the goddess of thunder.
The Apostle of the Goddess likewise replied that the Spirit God had visited him in the winter appearance and had knelt down, and therefore the Mother Earth had cooperated without one or two.
- With the apostles of many gods and the protection of many gods, a fierce "original giant" crusade began.
Hurvalds of "Grey Beard" went wild as two names: "What Causes Hazard" and "Boiling Wave Tao".
The heavens were rough, and the earth trembled, and the roar rang three days and three nights intermittently.
And finally…… the spears of the warriors were thrust into the hearts of the great giants, even as they made their sacrifices.
The prince became a hero, triumphed, and was bound to the princess.
Eyes, feet, and throats were offered to God, but Ilia, who became the patronizing high priest of the Spirit God, heard the cheer and only zeroed a drop of tears.
Any miracle or tear will be a shining pearl, and it will sink in the mouth of the great river -
"… so that the Sansen River was no longer rough, and this estuary of the tears of Saint Ilia, beloved son of the Spirit God, was promised prosperity"
Therefore "Pearls of the Medium Sea".
Hence "The Glimmer of St. Ilia's Tears".
"Teardrop Capital (Iliastia)."
The soft white-walled houses follow, coloured by bright orange roof tiles.
That's what Mr. Tonio said as he crossed one of the bridges, hung on the canal where the boat was going.
Sometimes I was traveling with Vi, and it was a much better story.
"... What happened to Saint Ilia after that?
"Long lived, short lived, and one time the Spirit God picked him up and welcomed him into the gods' world," he said.
Sometimes back in the day, the bard had theories to alter various stories, too.
"And then it became the prince's sideroom."
"I guess the poet also managed to make a happy ending......"
Sadness is ruined, but I think we can have that kind of talk.
Though there is no end to the ordeal of reality, the story can be concluded in the words of "congratulations" and longevity.
It must be like a single prayer, yes.
"Well, it's about time"
Mr. Samuel, we were stopping by on our way home.
The neighboring houses feel queasy gradually, with intense smells of cooking oil and fat powder.
"It's a neighborhood of downtown neighborhoods -- neighborhoods of color and slums."
This is a combination of a look at the assistance provided to the poverty relief project that was requested.
All this time, I've seen the brilliant places of this city... but what's going on behind its glory?