'At least I’ll be recognized, and relieve my conscience. I was confident that I would live without these kind of situations. However, the paladins and priests of Freya are watching.'
Alveron came and said “In this difficult situation you made food, and gave it away. You are a very good person.”
“...”
“Even if you only have a single proper meal, it will bring you hope. Hope that anything can be achieved. If you don’t have hope in your hearts, it will be as if you are dead. Devotion and hope brings will. I, the paladins, the priests and the Morata villagers will never forget the kindness you have shown us.
“...”
Weed wanted to find a way to stop Alveron’s mouth from prattling on.
The priests and paladins had great respect for him.
Benefactor of the village, and the great adventurer who found the holy treasures of Freya!
Weed’s eyes began to tremble.
'There will eventually be some damages, so it might as well be here.'
Avoiding to spend money now was impossible, so there was no need to stand idle.
Weed smiled brightly as he stirred the soup.
“If there is anything I can do to increase the prosperity and peace of the continent of Versailles, of course I will do it.”