Aya was still very happy for her.
Although the nuns of the Light Prayer Church could not be called saints, many of their worst instincts had been suppressed to the extreme. Take jealousy, for example—it was intolerable to every nun. As a result, the relationships between nearly all the nuns in the Holy See were exceptionally good. Whether it was an act or genuine, at least in this environment, scheming against one another was almost impossible.
Naturally, this was the result of the Holy See's selection process, but judging by the outcome, it was indeed quite good.
Other than having no romantic prospects, the nuns of the main cathedral were actually quite happy. Their lives were fulfilling and joyful; they had no worries about food or clothing within the church, and when they went out for events, they received the cheers and gratitude of believers.
If Ye Qian had been an ordinary person, then thinking back on it, there truly would have been no better path than becoming a nun. At worst, she could simply stop advancing after becoming a full nun.
A day later, early the next morning, Rafia followed the main group onto the Holy See's convoy.
The convoy soon left the magnificent Order Bishop City and headed toward the plains on the northern outskirts of the Kingdom of Order's capital.
There was a vast, uninhabited pasture there.
There were usually many tourists, but at this moment, it was packed with people.
From afar, they could see a massive vertical launch platform and the rocket atop it.
The rocket was unimaginably huge, dozens of times larger than the largest rocket built by humanity on twenty-first-century Earth. It was a true behemoth.
Above the rocket was a highly futuristic-looking flying device.
The main task of Rafia and the