To Count Lyon, faith was just a tool.
As Fraser had complained, his father was not the sort of man who would be moved by some concept beyond reality. Nor was Count Lyon so empty inside that he needed faith to give him the drive to move forward in life.
He had too many ambitions to fulfill and too many things to accomplish.
Of all the reasons that kept him going, faith was the least significant.
Still, a tool had to be used properly. This was especially true given the current situation in East Prussia. Amid the widespread panic, they needed a force that could unite people and give them courage. And when the night stretched on without a dawn in sight, nothing could comfort the frightened and unsettled more than worshiping the light itself.
As a commander, the count did not disdain those who were weak of heart. He knew his worldview did not apply to everyone. Besides, since the future Principality of Capet would establish the Church of the Holy Light as its state religion, they might as well use every means available to raise the church's profile while this endless night of disaster continued.
Guided by this thinking, during the two days since the Veil of Eternal Night had fallen, a large warehouse in the Frontier Fortress had been converted into a temporary church, where the frightened could pray and beg the gods to grant them strength.
The fortress had no Radiant Divine Artifact to protect it. Against the constant onslaught of darkspawn, only the holy emblems they had distributed offered even the slightest protection. The power of the great spirits was brought to bear on the afflicted in various ways, giving them the courage to walk through the night. It was only a tiny bit of