More than ten thousand people had gathered outside Saint Paul School.
More precisely, they had gathered outside Saint Paul School and along the nearby streets.
Heads bobbed in a sea of people packed shoulder to shoulder.
It was crowded.
Unbelievably crowded.
But that did nothing to dampen their enthusiasm.
Yes, enthusiasm.
A considerable number of them had not been infected by the plague.
They had come here to witness a miracle.
Whenever that white radiance shone at the far end of the crowd, gasps of wonder rose on cue.
Then came another round of prayers to the Dawn Goddess.
The people who had first come to Saint Paul School because of the plague now voluntarily followed the members of the School Guard Unit, helping them maintain order.
In truth, it was not a difficult job.
In the name of a "god," everything became incredibly easy.
Even the most hot-tempered people were obedient at this moment.
Even those of the highest standing chose to bow their heads.
As for worrying about the plague?
What a joke.
Hundreds upon hundreds of people had been cured.
And they solemnly swore that after bathing in the "holy light," they were healthier and more energetic than before.
They all hoped to bathe in the "holy light" themselves.
More and more people gathered.
By the time the first ray of sunlight fell, the entire city had ground to a halt.
Sheriff John brought his men to join those maintaining order.
"Is it really a miracle?"
Deputy Sheriff Lestrade muttered.
"Better than people dying, isn't it?"
Sheriff John shrugged.
Having encountered several supernatural incidents, John could no longer hold the same unshakable faith in his view of the world as he once had.
But he knew that what was happening before him was a good thing.
"Yeah."