Just then, a burly old farmer walked in from outside.
Though the description sounded rather strange, anyone who saw him would probably think the same.
He stood over two meters tall—something most knights in this day and age could not achieve. His body was powerfully built, seemingly all muscle at first glance, yet his hair was already graying. One look was enough to tell that he was no longer young.
He was the Agricultural Divine Society's greatest authority in the mortal world, the pope of the Agricultural Divine Society.
The Agriculture Goddess's most devout believer.
The instant he entered the room, everyone straightened up and bowed.
"Your Holiness."
"Your Holiness."
"How are the preparations?"
The agricultural pope looked around before asking.
"Everything is ready. Support from the Church of the God of Love and Beauty has also arrived, though we do not plan to use their people on set. They will only coordinate with us off-camera..."
A shrewd-looking middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and quickly introduced the current situation.
It sounded somewhat strange. They were cooperating with the Church of the God of Love and Beauty and having it provide outside support, yet they were not allowing that support to appear on screen, only to assist with off-camera work. But for a long-running program, this seemed to be the right choice.
Their relationship with the Church of the God of Love and Beauty was certainly good today, and it was willing to send people over to help. But what if they fell out someday? Were they supposed to let the program collapse along with the partnership?
Compared to that, the best choice was to have them coordinate from outside.
Recently, under the leadership of that newly promoted archbishop, the Church of the God of Love and Beauty had been throwing