Clatter, clatter-.
In a vast plain that seemed endless, filled with wheat swaying in the wind, a line of carriages was moving.
The carriages bore the crest and flags of the Goddess Church, and naturally belonged to the Goddess Church.
Their destination was the empire’s Western Region, specifically the Rudelia Dukedom, which was currently suffering from a plague.
“The world is truly in turmoil. It is shocking to think a plague would suddenly break out.”
“Indeed. I pray this situation calms down quickly.”
The Clerics voiced their concerns.
The fact that they genuinely worried about the world showed how truly they were Clerics.
If everyone in the world were like them, even simple fights wouldn’t happen, let alone wars.
However, reality was far from such an ideal...
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