The Holy Son could sense a very wrong situation.
It was as if everything before his eyes appeared exceptionally false.
He vaguely remembered that he was a devout believer whose daily duty was to cleanse his own faith, use it for prayer, and receive the glory of the god.
Only, the Holy Son felt something was wrong.
He felt as though he had overlooked a great deal of important information.
For instance...
"Naimus..." A voice rang in the Holy Son's ear.
He felt that this name was extremely familiar, yet at the same time, the tone felt slightly odd.
It seemed as though it was calling him, yet it also did not seem like it was calling him.
Before the Holy Son could figure out whom this voice was actually calling, or from where this voice was coming,
the Holy Son heard that voice continue to speak: "You must remain firm in your faith, but please remember, who on earth you are!!"
The words were spoken thus, and then they faded away.
The Holy Son frowned, feeling somewhat at a loss, and he did not even know whether this entire experience was an illusion.
Yet...
Looking at the sky, the firmament was growing brighter by the moment, and daytime was about to arrive.
The Holy Son immediately stood up and headed to other parts of the church.
He needed to prepare holy water, open the church doors, clear out the cluttered graveyard, and at the same time drive away the vagrants who were lodging in the church.
Although the church provided them with a place to sleep at night, they could not be allowed to continue staying in the church during the day, for that would only incur the disgust of the nobles and believers.
Who knows, perhaps they would