After lunch.
That afternoon.
Jorgi and the others boarded several carriages and headed to the site Sifa had chosen for the Church of Storms.
As they passed through the streets that had once served as a battlefield, Jorgi saw the traces of war.
The damage here was severe. Many buildings were being rebuilt, and the roads were being repaved.
But however bad it was, it was nothing compared to the area around the city walls.
When Jorgi's party had arrived that morning, they had seen an entire stretch of defensive wall gone, with a vast, level expanse behind it.
It was easy to imagine how fierce the battle had been.
At the same time, it had given them their first impression of Sifa, this "Don Quixote": powerful!
That was also why Jorgi had addressed him as "Your Highness" the moment they met.
"I never imagined the Rose School occupied such a large city in the Star Highlands."
Watching the buildings pass by and recede outside the window, a Storm Priest remarked, "This place could rival Backlund. It isn't quite as large, but it must be at least two-thirds its size."
"The Rose School had so many demigods and Saints."
"And Angels, too."
"For His Highness to drive out the Rose School, the forces at his disposal must be incredibly powerful."
Another priest said in puzzlement, "Clearly, he's an ally of our Church. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to preach here."
"But before this, we had no idea His Highness even existed."
Jorgi glanced up at the carriage ceiling. "Clearly, that isn't something we're meant to know."
They arrived at the site chosen for the church.
Jorgi and the others stepped out of their carriages and instinctively surveyed their surroundings.
There was a square here. According to Sifa's wishes, the Church