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The brightness of the sun had disappeared and arrived with an even dimmer ambiance as if the bitterness of the heavens knew no bounds. It was the twelfth hour of the day, and yet nobody had exited the church.

Meanwhile, at the back of the tower, near the groundwater well, two silhouettes are seen debating in a conversation that appeared would soon start a war between them. Harriet was clueless about what meat meant, while the adult young man solidly thought the child was playing a prank on him, which he felt hostility toward.

"Mama and Papa only feed me bread, fish, potatoes, oat, and milk. I have no idea what meat means" Harriet convinced counting her words with her fingers. She wasn't lying.

Indeed she hadn't lied.