To be honest, Charles preferred the settlement where Evan and his group were. As the settlement with the fastest development speed, it had a special vitality that other settlements could not match.
That kind of sunny vitality, everyone on the street, exudes a sense of hope and radiance that is unmatched in other gathering places.
He watched the children chasing and playing, their faces beaming with happiness and joy, radiating the innocence of childhood.
"Ouch..."
Perhaps because they were running too fast and not paying attention to the road ahead, the boy in the lead tripped over a stone and fell forward uncontrollably.
The incident happened so suddenly that he didn't have time to regain his balance and could only instinctively stretch out his hands to try to support his body.
"..."
The expected pain did not occur. He felt a pair of hands supporting his shoulders and gently helping him up, without his knees making intimate contact with the ground.
Are you alright?
The boy looked up and saw a smiling young man, with someone who looked very familiar standing next to him.
"Thank you, big brother."
"Big brother...that's good. Don't run too fast when you're playing, be careful not to fall. Next time I'm not here, you might not be so lucky."
"Okay, big brother, this is for you."
The boy handed the windmill to Charles, then led his friends and ran toward the road beside him.
"These children seem carefree and happy, which is a good impression."
"But Evan, why are kids this big running around in the streets? Don't they need to go to school?"
Charles could tell that these children should be four years old by now. In his community, children this age should be learning combat skills or finding a craft they are relatively talented in as a foundation for their future life and work.
"Is it possible that they are still children, and that here, formal school life begins at the age of five?"
Evan told Charles that before the age of five, the children's education was the responsibility of their parents. Based on their residential address, the local district administration provided them with the necessary early childhood education materials, and their learning progress was assessed once a month.
There isn't much pressure; if you do poorly on a test, it just means your parents will come to your home for a talk.
"Huh? You guys seem to be having a very relaxed time here."
"Relaxed? I didn't feel much of a sense of relief. Actually, the environment here in Peros is too oppressive."
I have read many books from other worlds, one of which describes a world without supernatural powers.
Children can grow up carefree; school is something to consider only after they turn six.
They don't need to hone their killing skills for survival; they can learn, do research, and develop their interests.
"It sounds like a fairy tale?"
"Yes, what is everyday life for that world is a fairy tale for us."
The pressure of survival forces us to give up many things, such as the seemingly insignificant joy of a child's childhood.
However, I am a very greedy person. I want to ensure our survival, and I also want to see their smiles.
With the current strength of our community, these children don't need to rush to the battlefield. They can spend more time experiencing the beauty of this world, letting them know what they want to protect, what they are fighting for, and why they are striving.
I once saw a quote that said, "A wonderful childhood can heal a person for a lifetime."
They too are a beacon of light; today's joy and warmth will become the driving force for future battles.
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