There was a huge crowd gathered near the tree that had been struck by lightning.

“Please let my son get into the academy this year…”

“Please don’t let my new business fail…

“Please let my missing cat Yumi get home safe!”

They were praying.

Seo Jun-Ho had no idea, but the people in Frontier considered places that had been struck by lightning to be good luck.

“...Please let my foolish children get along.” The old man that had offered him water also closed his eyes and prayed.

At that point, Seo Jun-Ho realized what was going on.

‘I see. They treat this place similar to how people on Earth treat meteors.’ 

He became curious about something and turned to the old man. “Why isn’t anyone approaching the tree?”

“It is common law to keep a distance to preserve the site for the next people who come to pray.”

A common law. In other words, a constitutional law.

“...Amazing,” Seo Jun-Ho whispered, amazed. It was amazing how all these people were being so considerate to people they didn’t even know.

“Well, don’t be too impressed. There are all kinds of people out there,” the old man grumbled. “Though there are many people who are considerate of each other, there are thieves who secretly cut...