Whatever faults the Whip of Order clerics who persevered, worked, and survived in Frontier Space might have had, at least one thing about them could not be ignored or erased: their "loyalty" to Order.
"Loyalty" here covered many things, not simply "faith." It could be spiritual solace, an attachment to a conviction, a clear spring amid bitter hardship, or even a prolonged "deception" they practiced on themselves.
For them, "faith in Order" was merely a basket bearing the same name, filled with all sorts of different things.
The main reason was that their excessively harsh living conditions and blatant worship of strength easily drove their religious inclinations toward an extreme.
It was somewhat ironic. They performed the cruelest work in the Order God Church and bore its heaviest responsibility, yet they were also among those most likely to stray from Order.
The Light of Order described the Whip of Order's duties as follows: wipe the dust from Order.
How did that dust come to settle on Order? And who had that dust once been?
The hundred condemned prisoners' tearful pleas for Order Clerical Robes before their execution touched the long-sealed hearts of these Whip of Order clerics from Frontier Space.
After walking for too long, too urgently, too hurriedly and hastily, one inevitably began walking merely for the sake of walking, forgetting why one had set out on that road.
They were not slaughtering executioners in Frontier Space, border troops stationed by the Order God Church in bitterly cold regions at the edge of the world, gangs seeking safety in numbers, or "outsiders" who did not belong in this world. They were believers who devoted and sacrificed themselves to their faith in Order.
A research report on Frontier Space by the Principle God Church contained this line: all that is