Saint Samuel Church.
Bishop Elektra held the Revelation of the Night as he preached.
"They were naked, without clothing or food, exposed to the cold with nothing to cover themselves."
"They were drenched by heavy rain and, having nowhere to hide, clung tightly to the rocks."
"They were mothers whose children had been taken away, orphans who had lost hope, and poor people driven from the righteous path."
"Evernight had not abandoned them. She bestowed Her favor upon them."
The bishop's deep, gentle voice echoed continuously through the church. Combined with the dim, tranquil atmosphere of the grand prayer hall, it calmed every believer involuntarily. It was as if they had forgotten life's worries and no longer fretted over the many problems of the real world.
Their souls seemed washed clean, becoming pure and ethereal.
After the sermon ended, the priests picked up water and bread and distributed them among the believers. This was Evernight's favor, and no believer was willing to miss such a "sacrament."
Xio and Fors were no exception. The two of them had arrived at the church at dawn to attend Mass, and they had yet to eat breakfast. Though the "sacrament" consisted of ordinary bread and plain water, it could still ease their hunger.
As she ate, the blond lady, who stood five feet tall, scratched at her coarse hair and asked softly, "Fors, are we still coming to the church to pray like this tomorrow?"
"I don't think the Feysac people are likely to attack. The information you received might not be that accurate. After all, I haven't received any similar news."
That's because you've never joined the Tarot Club, Fors muttered inwardly. After telling her friend about the Feysac people's impending attack on Backlund, the two ladies had come to the church to