"The supreme Main God sheltered His faithful and sent down boundless divine might."
Blue smoke rose, and the chants of the Missionary Priests carried between sea and sky. They danced mysterious ritual dances, shook the wooden bells in their hands, and sang of the Main God's myths and miracles!
Thousands of people knelt on the ground, their expressions devout, numb, or fearful. They smelled the acrid reek of burning sulfur, listened to the priests' strange singing and the low toll of the bells, and their minds began to swim. And the image of the Main God seemed to rise slowly in everyone's hearts, growing higher and more distant.
"The methods of the Missionary Priests truly sink deep into people's hearts!"
The Scholar Miki watched the ritual to worship the god on the shore, thoughtfulness in his eyes.
Although they all belonged to the Main God's priesthood, the affairs of the Missionary Priests focused more on manipulating people's hearts. As long as it was for spreading faith in the Main God, the Missionary Priests did not mind what methods they used. Their methods included mass rituals, psychological suggestion, gentle hypnosis, use of Divine Smoke, and the most awe-inspiring—and most unreasonable—special potions!
The duties of the Divine Inspiration Priests, however, were to follow the established order and study the laws by which the world operated. They had to discover the rules of divine inspiration and, based on those rules, create more effective tools for production and life.
The responsibilities of the two were utterly different, and their styles of action were entirely unlike as well. Just like the planning of this surprise attack, it was somewhat at odds with Miki's principles.
Thinking of this, the Scholar Miki sighed and said in a deep voice.
"Zuwaro, Chief Kalan of the great Yoreme tribe