"The Church... the domestication of religion.
In the long scrolls of my reign as king, I've had similar experiences, an experimental approach.
Using faith to govern the populace can indeed achieve long-lasting rule and garner absolute loyalty from believers.
But it requires the entire kingdom to be shrouded in lies.
However,
it was quite an interesting experience.
Since you hold a similar church in your hands, come and feel it."
The second death row inmate sat on the throne, and one of the divine statuses on his wrist began to radiate a divine glow,
countless pilgrimage processions raised crimson canopies, veiling the sky, marking the moment when the Holy King they believed in would surpass the essence of the world.
A central cathedral, amassed with the world's wealth, rose from the ground, embracing the second death row inmate within.
Amidst the canopies, believers descended.
