This Younger Brother, Who Are You?

Sunday, late at night.

The night wind in the East District carried a hint of chill as it swept through the streets and alleys.

Unlike the West District, the gas lamps at the alley entrances here had long since been extinguished, leaving only a faint layer of moonlight spread across the streets.

Little George clutched the last cloth bag he had just received from Miller and pushed open the door to the Small Chapel with a light step.

The small amount of bread and wine inside the bag knocked against each other, emitting a faint, clinking sound.

He hurried over to Gais, who was busy organizing items, and placed the bag on the table nearby, his voice lowered yet unable to hide his excitement:

"Mr. Gais! The new supplies from Miller Grocery Store have arrived. This should be enough for the worship ceremony this time."

Gais stopped what he was doing and looked up at the pews. The Small Chapel, which could originally only seat a hundred people, was already more than half-filled with workers and the destitute.

Over the past few days, he and Little George had been secretly distributing strike leaflets in the East and South Districts, gaining many worker-believers who were disappointed with the Trino City Hall.

Most of them wore washed-out, patched clothing, and some were still clutching crumpled strike-incitement letters, whispering to each other in small groups.

"...Oh, my god! Is that you, Cass?

You're actually planning to participate in the strike and have even joined this Holy Spirit Society?

This is as absurd as seeing a docile sheep fighting a wolf for meat!

You know, back at the factory, you were always the most honest one—you'd even bend down to pick up a stray thread next to the machines.

Now you actually dare to get involved in something like this; I simply can't believe my eyes..."

Gais looked at the lively yet not overly noisy scene before him, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He turned and patted Little George on the shoulder: "Bishop George, I'll have to trouble you later. Since most of the people have arrived, you may begin presiding over the worship."

"Not at all, it's mainly thanks to Mr. Gais recruiting the believers that we've made so much progress..." Little George lowered his head modestly. After working with Gais these past few days, he felt their relationship had become quite close.

Gais sighed: "Alas, it's a pity our funds are running low. At this scale, we might not even last for two more sessions.

Otherwise, we should have been able to develop more believers for the great Lord of All Spirits."

Little George felt a wave of melancholy as well, picking up the communion utensils to prepare for today's worship ceremony.

But just then, as if remembering something, he suddenly stopped and leaned toward Gais:

"By the way, Mr. Gais, the Lord sent down a revelation this morning! A knight who follows Him will also join the Holy Spirit Society tonight!

It is said that his combat power is formidable and he can punish all evil."

His eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help but imagine the image of a tall, mighty knight wielding a sword.

"A knight—that sounds so cool, much better than me, a Shaman who can only communicate with nature..."

Gais had just stopped moving and was using a handkerchief to wipe a smudge off his glasses.

When he heard Little George mention a "knight" and "punishing all evil," his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Oh? It seems the Lord has already bestowed the power of God Blood upon a suitable person."

He suppressed the faint, imperceptible envy in his heart, his face still wearing a steady smile: "Heh, very well. Then let us wait for this knight to arrive before we conduct today's worship together."

Just as the two were waiting with different moods, a light knock came from the door, accompanied by a woman's voice.

The voice was crisp and lively, yet it felt completely out of place in the night of the East District.

"Hello~ Is anyone there?"

Gais and Little George looked at each other, both of their eyes filled with confusion.

"Is that a believer you brought?" "No, isn't it one you brought?"

After a brief exchange of glances, Gais frowned, put on his glasses, and straightened the top hat on his head.

He walked quietly to the door, placed his hand on the brass doorknob, and signaled to Little George.

The latter nodded slightly, and the air in the room seemed to be stirred by a breeze, whistling as spirituality gathered in Little George's palm.

With a creak, the main door of the Small Chapel was slowly pulled open.

The moonlight acted like a thin veil, gently covering the entrance of the Small Chapel, and a young girl stood right at the boundary of light and shadow.

She wore an off-white long dress adorned with small, exquisite patterns, with lace decorations at the collar, paired with a pair of gray lace short gloves.

A small, light-gray brimmed hat was tilted on her head, and her face was covered by a delicate white veil, through which one could only vaguely see a pair of azure eyes.

The wind blew in from outside, lifting a corner of her skirt and causing the veil to flutter slightly, revealing the line of her chin—cold, mysterious, and making her temperament seem even more out of place in the East District.

Gais's eyes lit up, somewhat surprised by the discrepancy between the person's temperament and the tone of her voice, but he quickly suppressed that emotion.

He offered a peaceful smile and greeted her:

"Excuse me, beautiful and elegant lady, may I ask if you have come to the wrong place?"

The girl's azure pupils blinked beneath the veil, appearing even more mysterious.

She looked up at the nameplate on the door, her tone carrying a hint of innocent confusion.

"No. 23, 19th Alley, East District. This is the right place..."

Gais realized that the person before him did not seem very old, so he changed his phrasing:

"Heh, this dazzling young lady, our establishment is a marine biology research society.

But it is not a gathering of the noble sort like you are accustomed to; it is merely a discussion among commoners."

Diana paused for a moment, glancing at the note on the wooden box in her hand:

"Uh..., could I have found the wrong place? But the great Lord of All Spirits clearly said..."

"Hush!" Gais's expression changed drastically upon hearing the young girl's words.

He reached out, intending to pull her into the room, but he did not expect the girl to stand rooted to the spot, unmoving; despite exerting all his strength, he could not budge her in the slightest.

He hurriedly lowered his voice, scanning the area outside the door with vigilance: "Do not speak the Lord's name aloud out here."

Little George sensed that the situation outside the door seemed a bit off and ran out from within the chapel as well.

Gais asked Little George with a hint of helplessness: "My dear Bishop George, are you certain the Lord said a knight was coming, and not a lady?"

"..." Little George looked at the beautiful and elegant young girl before him, momentarily unable to answer the question.

He, too, began to doubt whether he had misheard the Lord's revelation that morning.

"Hmm... it should be correct, it was supposed to be a knight."

"That's right, I am the knight chosen by the Lord!" Upon hearing them speak of the Lord, Diana confirmed that this was indeed the place she was looking for and immediately stepped forward in her little leather boots, ready to walk inside.

"Wait." Little George blocked Diana's path, seemingly uneasy about this uninvited noble lady.

"How could the Lord's knight be a... delicate noble lady like you?" Vigilance shone in his eyes, and the air currents in his hands slowly began to converge.

Seeing the little boy who stood up to question her, yet did not even reach her shoulder in height, Diana felt a bit puzzled:

"Hello, little brother, may I ask who you are?"