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The Holy Church was a gathering of those who worshiped the world’s one and only divine being—the Goddess—and followed Her teachings. They were not bound by borders, respected the law without being chained by it, and did not restrict the freedom of the faithful but rather encouraged voluntary good deeds.
Though the Church had existed since time immemorial, it only began to truly intervene in the world’s history about three hundred years ago. That was all thanks to one person: the Holy King Rodrick.
He was a hero of such unmatched talent that not even the Goddess could fathom it, a man who single-handedly saved the world with his own might. Back then, the Holy Church did nothing.
They received the glory of that salvation simply for serving the Goddess alongside the hero, basking in praise for feats and virtues they never performed. For priests who had shunned wealth and fame all their lives, those honors were nothing but shame.
“We must remember our humility!”
The first Saintess, Elahan, who gave up her name and took the name of the Holy Iron Breaker, stood before all and raised her voice.
“If we remain silent like this, if we simply accept it like this, our Church will be nothing more than parasites clinging to the grace of the Goddess and the Hero! The whole world may praise us, but we must remember that we are not worthy to receive that praise!”
No one could say for certain if that’s exactly how it happened, but according to the records that remained, every priest gathered...
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