Chapter 75: The Hound of the Night (2)
St. Mecca, population 160,000, a resort town with dense forests and clean waters. One of the central cities directly under the control of House Quarvadis.
People walk solemnly and reverently along the white marble paved streets.
Whenever a bell rings from the tall clock tower, everyone stops in their tracks and prays to the holy tablet on the roof of the Quavadis' official residence in the distance.
If a gold coin fell to the ground, it was not picked up, and order and security were kept very strictly by the citizens' own rituals.
"...where would I live suffocated?"
Vikir stood on the roof of a tall tower and looked down.
Women walked around with white cloths wrapped around their bodies, exposing only their eyes. The men did the same.
For religious reasons, lust and greed are strictly controlled.
No nudity, no fashion, it's all white and monochromatic.
It's a far different atmosphere from the Balak village, a tribe that lives freely in the jungle with most of their bodies exposed.
Having lived there for the past two years, Vikir found the atmosphere of St. Mecca stuffy and uncomfortable.