TRIGGER WARNING: cutting

Within the Winter God Church’s temple.

Bishop Christopher sat at the long white stone table, his expression steely as he gazed at the warriors striding in his direction.

They were dressed in a silvery armor and wielded crescent halberds. The helmets they wore were adorned with a white swan.

They were the Moon Goddess Church’s Swan Warriors, their elite guard.

“They sent six clergymen and twenty Swan Warriors? Are they here to investigate or to attack?” one of the clergymen standing beside him snorted disdainfully.

“Quiet, Georgia. Don’t make trouble,” Christopher replied solemnly. “The Moon Goddess Church is sending quite a powerful force, but with the Eternal Treaty in place, they will not make any moves carelessly.”

Even though the Eternal Treaty didn’t restrict the actions of the disciples, the peace it was meant to uphold affected all of them, making it so that none of them would dare to open fire in a careless way.

Most of the time, this thought process would be correct. Now that someone was scheming to make things happen, however, it would inevitably be flawed.

The Moon Goddess...