The news of the New Sect Army's defeat at Moorburg swept through Horn Bay like a whirlwind.
They had been only one step away from reaching Collins City, but they had been blocked, defeated, and forced to retreat—just like the Guardian Army back then, when it had detoured through the northern neutral city-states to attack Eaton.
The Holy See's formal intervention on behalf of the Horn Bay Church had once again turned the tide of the war, as though they had returned to the time a year ago when the Guardian Army had been advancing with overwhelming momentum.
"Lord of Light will punish every one of you!"
At the Horn Bay Alliance's council, Councilor Simmons, who had not been seen in public for a long time, appeared in the assembly hall once again.
He was a devout believer in the Lord of Light. That in itself was nothing unusual; everyone here would have dared to beat their chests and claim to be a faithful believer in the Lord of Light.
The only problem was that Councilor Simmons was on the Old Sect's side.
"The Heavenly Father's might is everywhere. His army is drawing closer to us step by step. Sooner or later, it will cleanse this sinful land."
"Repent, lost lambs! It is not too late. Let us return to the merciful embrace of the Heavenly Father."
Among the coastal nations, there were still plenty of people who supported the Horn Bay Church. When the New Sect Army had held the advantage, their voices had been suppressed. Now that the New Sect Army was at a disadvantage, they had begun emerging one after another.
Among them were influential figures capable of significantly affecting the upper echelons, such as Councilor Simmons of the Horn Bay Alliance Council.
"Shameless drivel!"
Horace immediately