A very small and subtle spark ignited in the neighborhood where the gypsies lived.

Gypsies, originally free spirits, did not settle in one place.

However, there was a place where they inevitably had to gather, and that was a village where dirty, poor, and powerless people lived.

In that place, the gypsies lived by begging or building small huts, eking out a poor living. Sometimes, they sang songs to forget their troubles.

However, suddenly, a boy appeared in this mundane daily life, calling himself the ‘chief.’

The boy abruptly started singing while introducing a familiar instrument to the gypsies, such as a small ukulele or a drum.

It might have been tolerated if he had sung a suitable song and moved on, but the lyrics of the song were somewhat strange.

“To the believer, there is money, money!”

“…?”

Everyone looked at the chief with expressions as if they were looking at a crazy person. Disregarding their curious gazes, the chief continued singing.

“Our friend has money for the believer!”

“…What’s this nonsense?”

“Our friend has a beautiful future for the kind one. Gold and treasures will rain from the sky.”

“Ugh, it’s noisy! What are you constantly talking about?!”

Ignoring those who complained about noise pollution, the boy continued to sing, cackling. Surprisingly, the boy’s voice had a bewitching charm, and even those who initially had no interest found themselves focusing on the lyrics.

And…

“To the believer, there is money!”

Thud.

The never-ending lyrics suddenly stopped.

Then, the chief smiled and held up the gold coins in his hand.

“Literal. To the believer, there is money!”

“This, this isn’t gold coins?”

“I-Is this real gold? What, what are you!”

People hesitated in confusion and even took a step back.

After all, no one in the gypsy neighborhood had gold coins.

People with gold coins were usually nobles.

In response to that, the chief said in a low voice.

“I didn’t have gold coins at first either. But you see, by doing good deeds based on ‘benevolence,’ money miraculously appeared, right?”

“Benevolence?”

“Yes, benevolence! Literally, helping people!”

People tilted their heads as if they were pushing aside his words as dog barks initially.

However…

“What, what is this!”

One day, a person who gave a single penny to a beggar was hit by a lightning bolt of money, and the rumor swept through the gypsy neighborhood.

The next day, early in the morning.

Leonhardt and Acid, with their faces covered, walked leisurely.

They had come to check the statues installed under the name of ‘Siyan Upper’ in St. Marko Square.

“The statues are pretty well installed.”

“That’s right.”

From St. Delia Square, St. Deya Square, St. Margarita Square to St. Marko Square!

It was an implicit rule that the statue given by the empire should be placed in the center of the square where everyone could see it.

It was a way of unconsciously putting a solemn image of the god in people’s minds. And passing through the squares of the capital, people naturally came to believe more in the empire’s god.

But now it would be different.

Because the sculptures installed by Siyan Upper were significantly different from the existing ones.

“Shall we slowly see people’s reactions?”

“Let’s do that.”

Leonhardt and Acid stood a step away and observed the scenes of merchants heading to work through the dawn.

They crossed the square without thinking, and unexpectedly, an ‘artwork’ blocked their way.

“I haven’t seen this before?”

“…Is it a person?”

Originally, there was a statue of the god in St. Marko Square.
Unable to dare to sculpt the appearance of a mere human subject, it was a tea with no face, only revealing the shape of ‘hands’.

Above the carved clouds in limestone, there was a sculpture of a few humans jumping on the giant hand of a colossal deity…

“Are these children on a picnic?”

Rather than sculpting the holy appearance of a deity, the veil was lifted on a statue that depicted a beautiful moment in the lives of humans.

Leonhardt and Acid began to listen carefully to the voices of the people.

“Why did this sculpture suddenly appear?”

Not only that, but all the people on their way to work stopped in their tracks and questioned.

Most were curious about the sudden appearance of the sculpture, but busy with their commutes, they quickly moved on. However, a few stopped and watched closely.

Poly, a gossip-prone merchant known as the rumor speaker, was a prime example.

“What’s going on here? What’s with the sculpture?”

“It says ‘idol’ here under it.”

Poly and those who were commuting behind her, wearing zombie-like expressions, looked at each other in confusion and added words to each other.

“Idol? Isn’t idol worship bad?”

“Oh, this sculpture is just named ‘Idol.’ Ugh, there are gem-like things embedded here…”

People’s eyes widened. At that moment, a radiant light began to emanate from the gem.

“What is this light again…?”

Someone squinted slightly while looking at the sign.