Question.
Which team struggles the most in creating housing content?
Answer.
“It feels like I’m going to die.”
It’s the art team, answer right away.
Our planning and neighbouring programming teams also go through considerable hardships, but when it cos to choosing the team that sweats the most, it’s inevitable to point to this place.
Naturally, the construction of the village is like that.
Even while modeling each building, tool, crafting table, and gathering items such as fields and ore, you have to think about harmony so that there is no sense of incongruity when they are all combined.
As much as Han Seorim (excessive stress) is venting like this, it’s not unreasonable.
It’s a bit sad that all I can do is listen to her.
“Why do we have to make so many things? No, wasn’t this supposed to be a ga where we just fight?”
A sharp gaze is cast upon .
The follow-up was a resentnt disguised as a question, and I answered.
“It’s more fun this way.”
“That’s…”
Han Seorim’s words were cut off.
Certainly, it’s natural that there are more things to do in the ga.
With a rough expression, Han Seorim sighed deeply and bowed her head.
Then she said, “Anyway, the modelling will be done by tonight. Please check it tomorrow morning.”
“I won’t be here tomorrow morning.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s Sunday tomorrow.”
“So what?”
“I have plans.”
“What plans?”
“I have to go to the cathedral.”
“You, too?”
Han Seorim was astonished as if facing sothing unbelievable.
I asked, “Do you want to co along?”
“?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
A rather absurd question.
To cut to the chase, Han Seorim decided to co along.
“What’s this, because of Chapter 2? Well, that makes sense.”
Identity’s Chapter 2 is ‘The Yearning of the Blind Priestess,’ where the player rescues a priestess in the village.
***
The thod of illuminating the world in the ga should be indirect and sensory.
It’s not a famous saying, just my personal opinion.
I don’t like to ruin the rhythm of the ga due to background explanations.
On a more personal level, as a gar, I tend to dislike long scripts, so I avoid putting them in.
I think this direction makes sense to so extent.
After all, most players either share the protagonist’s perspective or perceive the ga through visual modeling.
In extre terms, the user’s worldview perception is created by visual modeling.
In the case of Identity, for example, if there’s a field in front of you and a farr appears, you might think, ‘This place will probably tell a story related to rural life.’
In the sa context, if there’s a lonely but well-maintained cathedral in a shabby village, the user will naturally perceive that cathedral as the central point of the map.
Now, it’s an extension of that concept.
Through narrative devices like prologues that explain the framing of the world and the era, and through chapters that show the landscapes and characters of the world, wouldn’t the picture in the fra be completed without explaining the information like ‘Identity’s Altore Empire is an agricultural society that believes in a certain religion’?
As much as that, the details of each chapter design are important.
The reason I ca to the cathedral today is in the sa context.
“In the na of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”
“An~.”
I analyzed the interior of the cathedral and the tone of the prayers.
The atmosphere in the cathedral was solemn.
No, it would be more accurate to say it had a subdued grandeur.
That could be called reverence.
I felt that throughout the Mass.
In doing so, I ca to realize sothing for sure.
Even though not all the symbols in the space were religious, there were distinctive elents creating the atmosphere.
From the crucifix with Jesus hanging on it, to the paintings and sculptures on the walls, and even the priestess on the altar in her liturgical robe.
“No need to overdo it.”
Then, what about Han Seorim’s thoughts?
I glanced at the adjacent seat, and I was puzzled.
“…Are you so enthusiastic about praying? What’s with the cloth on your head? Are you a Catholic believer?”
Han Seorim was deeply engrossed.
With a Mass cloth on her head, anyone would think she was a Catholic believer.
Han Seorim spoke in a low voice, checking her surroundings.
“I searched it up, and apparently, you’re supposed to wear it. And Jesus is right in front of you; it would feel weird if you’re casual about it. In a place like this, you should be respectful.”
“Is that so?”
“Don’t you feel any guilt or anything like that?”
“Not really.”
“This Sunbae is soone who’ll end up going to hell.”
I’ve already been there.
…I couldn’t say that.
In truth, upon reflection, there were aspects of my view on religion that had beco sowhat sceptical after experiencing hell.
The existing hell was different from the hells ntioned in various religions.
It was a place strictly designed to make the soul suffer, prioritizing emotional wounds over physical pain. The thods were creatively devised, inducing an automatic thought of ‘I absolutely don’t want to go there.’
There was no way to save oneself from within, and the only salvation available was limited to helping others. Those unable to do so were the ones left in hell until the end.
Thinking about it, it made sense to harbour doubts about the salvation crafted by a divine hand in such a place.
As far as I knew, salvation was achieved by individuals saving each other.
Hell was where those who couldn’t do that remained.
While pondering, my thoughts unexpectedly shifted to a different realm.
“…No, the existence of a god probably isn’t entirely non-existent.”
If, ultimately, I was dropped into hell as an observer, shown all those hells, and sent back to a past ti period as part of so great intention, then the existence of a god becos quite a plausible hypothesis.
Of course, delving into the aforentioned hypothesis amplifies even more perplexing aspects.
Above all, the most perplexing thing was none other than this:
‘Why ?’
What was the reason for showing such scenes to a human like , who lived and ended his life as a director of a aningless ga?
If it was part of so divine intention, wouldn’t it have been better to show such spectacles to devoted and promising religious individuals who could achieve more religious accomplishnts than ?
I tend to trivialize religion as a salvation-oriented value.
I don’t particularly believe in the sacred faith in the existence of a god.
Looking back, even the military service I attended, the only reason I went was to eat cheap hamburger.
So, I consider those who believe in religion as overly idealistic and lacking in common sense.
In that case, what divine existence would show such scenes to soone like ?
Such thoughts continued.
The sermon had turned into a lecture.
At that ti, I encountered a rather curious coincidence.
The old and kind-hearted nun said, “Angels co in the most fearful form.”
Angels.
That was the central the of Chapter 2.
E-40 hit the road again and arrived in a shabby village.
His face was sun burned, a gift from the farr.
It could be called infiltration.
Although there was no specific purpose, entering and exiting the village beca more convenient.
E-40 felt grateful to the farr and stopped by the market to replenish supplies for the journey.
The market was lively.
Even though it might be shabby, there was vitality in the people.
It was a scene that naturally pleased E-40.
At that mont.
“Oh! It’s prayer ti! Let’s go to the front of the cathedral!”
A rchant from the market suddenly led E-40 to the cathedral.
Upon arrival, indeed, on the altar, an impressive nun with dazzling white hair was preparing for a prayer eting.
E-40 silently observed the situation sowhere in the crowd.
It had to be done.
The Altore Empire was a country that worshipped the emperor as the apostle under the na of the united god.
Therefore, the “smile,” the sacred symbol of the god, was sanctified, and not attending religious ceremonies was considered a heinous act of heresy, punishable by severe punishnt.
Moreover, until he left, anything he did outside of the nun’s sight would be troubleso.
“Well then, since everyone is here, let’s begin!”
The priestess started the prayer eting with arms outstretched.
“Oh! Glory to the great god and his majesty, the apostle of his holiness!”
E-40 recited the rituals as he had learned throughout his life.
But one mistake.
This was a small village in a corner of the Empire, but what E-40 had learned was the court etiquette of a stoic knight.
The cathedral was in an uproar.
E-40 felt a sense of panic as he tried to cover his embarrassnt.
At that mont, the priestess, who belatedly realized, began to look at E-40.
E-40 felt his heart pounding.
Then.
“Oh! Brother!”
The priestess pointed at E-40 and spoke.
“The farr’s face! And a knife at the waist! You are the legendary farr blessed by His Majesty!”
“Oh, no?! Could it be the legendary farr who mastered ‘harvesting’?”
“So it was real! Wow!”
E-40 swallowed his embarrassnt amidst the cheers.
He had no choice.
After all, what the legendary farr was, he did not know.
But E-40 did not necessarily want to clarify the misunderstanding.
Rather than dispelling suspicion, he chose to create deception.
“Brother, legendary farr! Will you co this way?!”
The priestess shouted, and E-40 ascended the platform with confident steps.
Ehem!
After a fake cough that did not produce sound, when he straightened his chest, a cheer of “Wow!” echoed.
E-40 felt his cheeks blush for so reason.
The priestess began to speak, with E-40 standing next to him.
“Today, a distinguished guest has co! Let us all pray with gratitude to the Lord and His Majesty!”
And so, the prayer eting ended with an unexpected happening.
As people scattered one by one, E-40, feeling relieved, was about to leave.
At that mont, the priestess ca up to him.
“You’ve worked hard, wanderer.”
Her voice was not as passionate as it had been just before.
In a very calm voice, E-40 was surprised.
The priestess spoke calmly.
“I don’t know the reason, but you seem to be wandering away from your duties. The legendary farr, quite a plausible excuse, isn’t it?”
How did she find out?
The reason could be known right away.
“The legendary farr doesn’t exist. It’s just a tradition passed down, but the people in this corner of the village don’t know that.”
Ah! To make such a mistake!
While feeling nervous about being caught, the priestess extinguished such worries.
“It’s okay. I don’t intend to report you. Aren’t you lucky? I am one who does not see any faults with closed eyes. Now, please go.”
The priestess disappeared.
E-40, remaining alone, stood still in the silent cathedral for a long ti, and then belatedly felt relief and gratitude.
Following that, curiosity about the priestess arose.
Originally, the ‘closed face’ of the priestess was sothing that could only be obtained by achieving excellent grades at the empire’s top educational institution.
But why would such a loyal person simply overlook a suspicious person like a ‘wandering farr who knows court etiquette’?
E-40 could not ignore such curiosity.
He cautiously stepped toward the priestess’s residence.
In the days of a knight, stealth skills were crucial.
Beyond the hall of the cathedral, there was a staircase leading to secret rooms and an underground passage.
It felt like embarking on a covert adventure.
However, the excitent soon turned into shock.
E-40 was srized by the sight before him.
“Hot! How did this get here?”
A vast underground chamber.
And what was there? Treasure. A substantial amount of it.
It wasn’t re loot.
Forr knight E-40 understood.
The imperial seal stamped on the cart carrying the treasure.
It ant one thing.
“…We’ve been caught. Yes, this treasure is the money earned by our entire village and the tax heading to the imperial palace. Quite a fortune, isn’t it? The villagers probably don’t even realize they’ve amassed such wealth.”
Tax heading to the imperial palace.
That was it.
The reason the village appeared impoverished, and no one questioned it, was because the priestess concealed the fact that the villagers had earned this much money.
E-40 beca curious about why the priestess did this.
The priestess spoke with a lancholic expression.
“The villagers aren’t sad about not making much money. But if they realize how much tax is being taken from them, they’ll be sad. I’ve veiled their eyes. I hope they don’t beco unhappy seeing the loot they’ve been plundered of.”
The empire collected any excess inco a village made beyond a certain limit and distributed it to other impoverished villages.
E-40 knew about such practices.
However, facing the process at this mont, he couldn’t help feeling a sense of frustration.
E-40 devised a plan.
It involved diverting so of this treasure to the village fund without paying it as tax secretly.
Trying to convey this with gestures, the priestess shook her head.
“Impossible. That would be disloyalty to the empire. I, as a priestess, must remain loyal to our divine emperor.”
E-40 suddenly felt frustrated.
Would taking away the fruits of his labor and handing them over truly be in accordance with the will of the divine ruler?
The priestess, astute like a farr, noticed E-40’s inner turmoil.
She explained, “The empire is a peaceful realm. Strictness for the greater good is the law. As the scriptures say, angels co in the most fearso forms. They may seem harsh to bring about peace through angelic fear.”
Placing a hand on E-40’s shoulder, the priestess continued, “What can you do? Endure it. Leave. The tax collector will visit soon.”
E-40 didn’t appreciate her interpretation.
How could one call sothing that cos to instil fear and brings misery an angel?
As far as E-40 knew, an angel, no matter how fearso in appearance, should extend a warm hand.
Like the smile that had saved him.
E-40 stared intently at the priestess.
And he realized sothing.
She was a person who closed her eyes.
As if covering her own flaws, she had closed her eyes to this injustice.
Perhaps, she couldn’t resist it herself.
It was probably a source of sadness for her.
E-40 felt the betrayal of a lifeti of trust.
She believed in the truth of her faith but constantly doubted it in the face of this absurdity.
Moreover, she was genuinely a kind person.
Enduring the burden of solitary contemplation and agonizing decisions wasn’t sothing anyone could do.
So, what E-40 had to do beca clear.
To close his eyes to her, to help her bear the weight of this heavy truth alone, and to beco the angel she needed.
E-40 resolved to beco her true angel, offering salvation instead of fear.
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