Chapter 175: Peace in Front, Hate in Back (4)
After wrapping up my schedule in the holy city, I went straight to an orphanage.
It’s not like I’m here to heal or volunteer with some altruistic mission, playing the part of a good Samaritan.
I came to meet someone who could be the most important key in my plans.
“This is the opposite of the typical orphanage I know.”
No matter where you go in the Tuscany Empire, or even across the Albanian continent, orphanages are usually hellish places.
In a world without social welfare or even the concept of it, where the underprivileged are often seen as a social evil, there’s practically no budget allocated for the care of orphans.
It’s so bad that even if the orphanage director leads child abuse, sexual assault, or human trafficking, no one would bat an eye.
Their living conditions are so poor, they are barely better than a slum.
‘But here, I can smell a human presence.’
The building being used as the orphanage is run-down, but it’s clear that care has been taken to maintain it. The children’s expressions are bright.
Their nutritional status also seems relatively good.
As I briefly surveyed the area, a young child cautiously approached me.