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 mont.
Moreover, they had a kind, devout, and philanthropic "shepherd," because of whom everyone brimd with confidence about the future.
"Sister Teresa, may the Lord be with you."
"Sister, good day."
"..."
Having just concluded today’s collective prayer ceremony, a group of missionary clergy in the great hall humbly greeted Teresa, who had presided over the service.
Even speaking a single word to her was very satisfying.
True to her reputation of benevolence, the Sister treated everyone equally, whether they were mortal or Transcendent, elder or youth.
"Kristin, your devotion has moved the Lord, and your spirituality has begun to blossom. You should complete your awakening within three days.
I have a bit of fine spices here. I’ll give you so. I hope that you will contribute even more to the Lord’s cause after you beco a Transcendent."
The nun nad Kristin, who had left her family and friends to proselytize overseas, hadn’t felt such care in a long ti.
She took the small bottle of spices, which glittered like gold dust, and her eyes reddened as she repeatedly expressed her gratitude,
"Thank you for your generosity, Sister."
Teresa, with her doll-like delicate appearance, flashed a Holy Light across her face and smiled tenderly at her,
"No need to thank . It is the affection of the Lord that has brought us together. Being devout to the Lord is the best reward you could give ."
She then turned to a young man beside her and instructed,
"Francis, you contracted swarmfly disease right after arriving in the Bantaan Archipelago and have only recently recovered. For that reason, I will not arrange any physical labor for you lately.
The port officer’s wife just happens to need a scriptorium clerk to expand the family library, and I have agreed on your behalf.
I’ll also give you an extra pound per month.
I hope you can focus on your studies. Familiarize yourself with the "Book of Creation Gospel" before your Spirit Awakening. This way, you won’t be disastrously unprepared, lacking even the prerequisite knowledge required for a divine position."
The young clergyman, deeply moved by the Sister’s thoughtfulness, bowed profoundly,
"Thank you for your care, Sister Teresa."
Surrounded by people, Teresa showed not a hint of impatience. She knew the situation of everyone present like the back of her hand and patiently resolved their difficulties.
In this foreign land far from ho, she offered them encouragent and support, both spiritual and material.
With her kindness and an increasingly dwindling wallet, she ward the hearts of all the missionary clergy gathered here.
For her ideals, the Sister was busy but relished the work.
The mont her "boorang" had hit her, her kind heart had ceased to be heretical, taking on a sowhat normal appearance.
With every encouragent she gave, the Holy Light in Teresa’s eyes grew brighter.
As if she were with God Himself.
Clearly, everyone has their own pursuits.
The Sister’s ambition and obsession were to exercise the power bestowed by the Creator and spread His glory. Her ultimate goal was to ascend to Heaven, adorned with glory, after death.
She declared on the ship:
"The authority we Clergy exercise is dominion over the immortal souls of people.
The value of every one of us Clergy is greater than anything in the world—be it gold, silver, or jewels. It is even greater than the heavens we see from here.
The Creator has endowed us with power and sent us to lead people’s souls to Heaven.
Therefore, mainlanders and natives alike should respect and revere the Creator’s ssengers. They must follow our instructions to obey God and ensure that all people submit to God! (Chapter 192)"
The dictum of the Order of Sanctity: With God!
Their series of Promotion Ceremonies for elevating their own Class were essentially related to proselytization.
The more widely they spread the faith of the Creator, and the more Devout believers, Zealots, and Orthodox Believers they cultivated, the faster their promotion proceeded.
Their original task of hunting The Mad Hunt had effectively been declared a failure. They hadn’t seen even a glimpse of The Mad Hunt in the Bantaan Archipelago for several months.
This ti, she was charged with overseeing colonial affairs. Even if it ant just doing the dirty and strenuous jobs for the real stakeholders during the founding period, she was determined to seize this opportunity.
The imdiate goal she set was to beco the Archbishop of this local diocese and be promoted to a Fifth-order Legend! Opportunities are saved for those who are prepared. To grasp this opportunity firmly, she must prepare in advance, unify every fellow traveler, just as Byron was doing now.
In fact, winning over Clergy was no different in essence from winning over ordinary people.
According to doctrine, they could not wear luxurious clothes or jewelry, but fine weapons for defending the faith were necessary, right?
They might not indulge in pleasures, advocating for frugality and penance, but they still needed fine spices for their daily spiritual cultivation, correct?
Any First Rank Squire Level clergyman going out to proselytize needed a basic setup, at the very least. This included a pure silver or even a Mithril Cross, plus a traditionally equipped armor-piercing Crossbow, right?
All these items cost money!
This was according to calculations by Quasi-Sword Saint Herman, a Wild Hunt Servant, who spent the better part of the day by her side.
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