Chapter 253. Cutting Poppies

"Why would I go to that kind of place? Are there any sane people willing to step into a sewer?" the Saintess answered without hiding her repugnance. 

"Willing..." Zein repeated the phrase she used. "Do you know how many people live in the red-zone willing to do so? Voluntarily?"

"How would I know? Probably all of the--"

"None," Zein said bitterly. "No one wants to live in such an environment."

Zein almost wanted to sigh long and hard. He knew how little the Temple made an effort to save the trafficked, neglected guides in the end zones. But to think that the Saintess, the Temple's symbol and representative, had so little compassion to understand what was going on with the more unfortunate guide...

What pillar? What umbrella?