"Forget it. Do whatever you want."
Old Yang gave a wry smile and declared that he was giving up. After all, Theresa had not maliciously targeted him; she had merely created a Destiny Church that made it hard for him to hold himself together.
As long as another Otto did not pop out and tell him, "You may have lost your father, but you still have me," he did not care...
Old Yang said he was truly exhausted...
"I think the Destiny Church sounds pretty good too. So, will Penacony become something like a fantasy-style cathedral next? That sounds like it would not be much fun."
Stelle was more worried that Theresa would turn Penacony into something boring.
"No. Do not forget that I am a fun-seeker. A proper church would have prayers, worship, services, hymns, and so on. That means nothing to me, because I am not some pathetic god of faith. I do not need faith."
"So everyone can still do whatever they like. At most, I will have the women of the Family dress like nuns, while the men dress in a priest-like style. As for the winged Halovians, they had better wear white ceremonial attire. That would look properly impressive!"
Theresa cheerfully explained it to everyone.
{One more thing: the author is not promoting religion. I do not believe in any religion. If I had to say, does believing in the adorable Cat Cult count? After all, the author is a cat servant~}
Theresa's words also put everyone at ease. It would be best if Penacony could remain as unchanged as possible.
At that moment, the Harmony Festival officially began. Ms. Nightingale had also written a song for Theresa, who had broken the Family's old rules and made Penacony better. It was called: *Hoping for Feathers