A Sigh

"We shall forever bask in the Goddess's love; thus, lost travelers found shelter, and weary souls found slumber."

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Luther recited in a deep, beautiful rhythm.

Across from him, the believers all wore devout expressions, as if their souls had been cleansed.

Quite a few were already weeping, while the Church's clergy around the prayer hall were no exception. They, too, were immersed in prayer, their faces dazed.

Hmm?

Luther's gaze swept over the believers, and he suddenly spotted a familiar face.

Xio Derecha?

Right, she was a believer of the Evernight Goddess... She seemed somewhat lost...

Luther finished reciting the final passage of the chapter, then tapped his chest four times, tracing the Crimson Moon's path. He softly said, "Praise the Goddess. The only destination is peace."

As though they had received a calling, everyone followed his words, drawing the Crimson Moon over their chests as they chanted in unison, "The only destination is peace!"

"The only destination is peace!"

"The only destination is peace!"

Snap.

In the utter silence, Luther closed the Holy Bible with one hand and turned to descend from the altar without another word.

People watched him with reverence.

After that, the Grand Mass entered its next stage. Yet all the believers still seemed somewhat dazed, as though they found it difficult to pull themselves free from the previous atmosphere.

"Thank you so much, Your Excellency Ishmael!"

After Luther descended from the altar and reached the back of the prayer hall, Bishop Elektra immediately approached him and said excitedly, "This sermon was supposed to be presided over by Your Excellency Saint Anthony. No one else could have achieved such an effect. I had been worried that the believers would be disappointed... Fortunately, we had