By now, Arthur had to admit that his understanding of this world had been somewhat skewed.
He still remembered how, just before he left the Holy City, the archbishop had patiently explained the purpose of his journey—
Even though Valenne's radiance sheltered the slumber of the entire continent, that did not mean everyone could find rest and peace.
For certain little-known historical reasons, their beloved Father inevitably fell into intermittent periods of sleep.
And when he closed his eyes to enjoy his rest, the duty of guarding the continent's dreams naturally fell to believers like them.
But praying in the Holy City's cathedral alone would never fulfill the Father's will.
Thus, every priest favored by Twilight would, when the time was right, leave the Temple that had raised them and travel to every corner of the continent, helping people forget their fears and fall asleep in peace wherever possible.
"So your task is simple—bring the Lord's white noise to every believer, then silence those unruly noises."
He had once genuinely believed it would be simple.
But this was not something that preaching, reciting scripture in people's ears, and appropriately displaying miracles—little tricks blessed by the divine, such as Healing Word—could accomplish.
Gradually, he discovered that the sources of some noises were complicated.
Perhaps they did not want to disturb other people's dreams, but had no choice when fate forced a decision upon them.
Like the blood concealed beneath the Twilight Forest.
Perhaps they did not need anyone to silence the noise, because its very existence was their only solace.
Like the father who had hidden a Vampire Spawn in his basement.
Perhaps they wanted to silence the noise but refused to act—not because they were unwilling, but because they feared it would bring them eternal sleep.
Like the mercenary who