"And so, our ancestors had their first meeting with the Saint who emerged from the desert."
The leader of the foreigners closed the book in his hands and sighed.
He had hidden this book with great effort. Since it was made very small and written in the script of their chosen people, the locals couldn't read it, so it barely passed through scrutiny—but only just barely. The local laborers might not know what he was reading, but if those heretics who had already embraced the devil saw it, they would definitely come and tear his sacred texts to pieces.
Heretics are more hateful than foreigners; this was the second most important lesson he had learned in recent days.
As for the most important, it was naturally the sacred texts themselves. During these days, he had reviewed the small yet substantial sacred book once more, and it was precisely because of this that many previously forgotten or missing parts became clear to him.
"I can't believe such things happened in the past..."
