Dorothea felt her heart racing.
This was her first time witnessing the might of a Great Being with her own eyes.
Those two rows of Lords of Dreams would surely have meant a bitter battle if encountered on the battlefield, yet now they followed so respectfully behind the Lord.
Since entering the Abode, Dorothea had directed the Believers in fighting the Lords of Dreams. Thanks to Victoria's cooperation, the Believers had suffered hardly any casualties.
To be precise, aside from Maeve, there had been no casualties at all.
Dorothea had been rather proud, thinking it reflected her skill at command.
She cast an awed glance at the entire row of Lords of Dreams behind her.
Perhaps all of this was merely the Lord's test for the Believers.
A little more devotion appeared on Dorothea's face.
The Lord's power had never been in doubt.
It was just...
Dorothea glanced up at her younger sister's face and still felt a little strange.
Why did the Lord always like to descend using her younger sister's corpse?
Was there something special about Elsa?
Beside Dorothea, the Communion's Believers were praying devoutly.
Unfortunately, most of these prayers dated back to the Canteen days. In fact, Elsa herself had written them. Back then, with nothing to do, she had composed a Holy Scripture and prayers for the Communion.
Elsa had never been to any church and had had little contact with secret societies. She had written these prayers on a whim, never expecting them to actually become the Communion's official materials.
As a result, devout as these Believers were, the prayers they recited were a complete mess.
"May I always have enough to eat, and occasionally eat well."
"Your grace is as warm as bread and as rich as thick soup! May your plate always be