"Yes... I shall heed your divine revelation."
"Uh, well, what you just heard was only a few lines I learned from television years ago. It wasn't the divine revelation you imagined. Got it?"
"L-lines?"
"Yes, lines. Just a long speech that doesn't mean much. I remembered something from the past, and those words came back to me."
"Oh God... So that was it. I nearly misunderstood your divine revelation. I deserve to die for my sin..."
"No, no, you don't. It's not that serious. Don't exaggerate."
Yuxuan waved her hands hastily. These fanatics were far too ready to kill themselves. She had better think carefully about how she worded things.
At the thought, a headache began to creep up on her. How many of those thirty million people were fanatics like this?
It was hard to imagine. Everyone who had survived the apocalypse was exceptional, yet people like that were all the more likely to fall into faith.
It was that same fervent faith that gave them a strength of will ordinary people could hardly match.
Well... it had its advantages and disadvantages. It depended on how it was used.
As she pondered this, Sister Rosa suddenly seemed to remember something. She looked up at the troubled angel, and sympathy stirred in her heart.
"Ah, great angel, may this believer ask you a question?"
Yuxuan's head was still full of thoughts about hordes of fanatics. She barely registered Rosa's question and answered reflexively.
"Go ahead."
"Which film are those lines you mentioned from?"
"Balala the Fair... Uh! Why do you ask?"
Only after answering did Yuxuan realize what Sister Rosa had asked. Why did she want to know that?
The nun's answer left Yuxuan torn between laughter and tears.
"A film that even the angel remembers must be deeply moving,