A week had hurriedly passed since the international conference at the Pharos Lighthouse ended.
In the Rhine Alliance colony, Brandenburg Cathedral.
Most of the missionary clergy, active throughout the Bantaan Archipelago like dispersed guerrillas, had gathered here.
Everyone knew that should the Kingdom of Castile triumph, it would undoubtedly choose its own locally trained lay clergy.
However, the other two victors, aiming to maintain their independence, were certain to choose them.
Each of the devout missionary priests' eyes twinkled with Holy Light. They were ready to commit their strength, and even their lives, to the sacred mission of proselytization at any moment.
Moreover, they had a kind, devout, and philanthropic "shepherd," because of whom everyone brimmed with confidence about the future.
"Sister Teresa, may the Lord be with you."
"Sister, good day."
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