God's six offspring prophesied your arrival to the Primordial Church, which at that time, was filled with joy, hoping all the waiting believers would hear this gospel.
Thus, we made you a place at the altar and inscribed your name, waiting in reverence for your arrival.
After finishing, Flora paused, as if recalling something, her face displaying anger,
"However, however... there's always a fear of a turn for the worse. We once allied with the Imperial Church, but that terrible harlot betrayed us. At that time, Lawrence, the pastor of the Imperial Church, colluded with the Emperor and the Council of Elders. They destroyed our churches, burned down our meeting places, and filled in the graves we built...
Since then, the Imperial Church proclaimed that only the doctrines issued by the pastor and the Emperor were the only correct teachings in Danschel."
Mira could hear the woman's teeth gritting.
This must have been a terrible blow to the Primordial Church.
