The Dark Moon Cult's return from obscurity was clearly a sign that the Witch had chosen a different style from when it was first founded.
She no longer sat out in the open as its pontiff, instead maintaining a greater air of mystery.
That made this place exceptionally well suited to the purpose—
It preserved the original religious order to the greatest extent possible, while placing her at its very center and leaving no trace to follow. It was an excellent arrangement.
And it seemed that the residents of Lairding felt the same way.
As Fu Qian and the Witch walked through the churches in the western district, they could barely sense any fear over the shift in faith.
This former holy site of the Cult was now even livelier than before.
With the old system of laws shattered, everyone had, in effect, been put on an equal footing for a short time.
Aside from the few who might have lost their faith, it seemed that countless people had come seeking the Way.
The Cult's response also seemed quite effective. In the midst of such an epochal transformation, they had somehow managed to maintain a degree of order.
Of course, besides Amira, whom the Witch had mentioned earlier, the Duchess—who had integrated herself into the new laws—must have played a significant part as well.
A mechanism with some chance of answering "truth" was crucial for maintaining people's faith.
For example, as they walked along, Fu Qian had heard more than one person say that the great Dark Moon had dealt with the threat in the dense fog beyond the city. The crisis had passed, and Lairding had survived.
And just as the Witch had said, the two of them drew no particular reaction as they walked among the crowds.
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