Within the towering cathedral, the worshippers seated inside listened quietly to the Pioneer's teachings.
Bathed in radiance, the priest they respectfully called the Pioneer wore silver ceremonial robes and stood unhurriedly at the very front of the cathedral, unveiling the mysteries to the assembled priests. His voice and every word he spoke seemed like harmonious echoes conveyed from heaven, spreading through the entire space like waves and offering profound comfort.
As he spoke, he would sometimes raise an arm slightly, stirring thunderous cheers throughout the cathedral. At other times, he would gently place his index finger against his lips, prompting everyone to feel with their hearts rather than communicate with words.
From beginning to end, his gaze was incredibly warm. Whenever he looked toward the worshippers, he gave them the greatest encouragement and support. Even those seated in the last row could feel the compassion and concern in his eyes.
The sermon ended in less than an hour.
The Pioneer bowed slightly, as if expressing his thanks to every colleague present.
All the worshippers returned his gesture with an equal salute.
He slowly left the lectern and descended from the Announcement Stage. Every step he took seemed like music praising the truth. His figure gradually faded amid the colored lights and shadows, yet the surging emotions he left with the priests lingered in every heart, refusing to dissipate for a long time. Their gazes burned as they unconsciously sank into this entranced state.
After the Pioneer left the cathedral, the Silver Armor Priest, who had originally been responsible for commanding this town, hurried after him and walked at his side.
"Lord Pioneer, the work of opening up the forests behind the town, expanding the city-state, building public-service facilities and tourist attractions, and repairing and widening the roads connecting us to