"Oh Lord, your power makes the stars dim, shining brighter than the great sun in the sky!"
"I beseech you to dispel doom and punish those minions of the Evil God!"
Within the Holy City, countless believers who had witnessed the 'miracle' were shouting loudly, firmly believing that it must be the great Moon Goddess punishing the wicked!
Yet atop the Sky Dome Tower, Pope Alvis, who was watching the same scene, looked unsightly, with increasing unease in his heart.
Because this was not any form of Divine Arts he knew.
Most importantly, the 'Divine Power' within him had gradually quieted down.
"Send orders to halt the attack on the kingdom… Also, immediately select a new Holy Maiden!" Alvis turned his head and commanded in a deep voice.
The cardinals, who had similarly seen the 'miracle,' had just recovered from their shock and heard Alvis's words, were instantly dumbfounded, almost doubting if they had heard wrong.
But they remembered… Hadn't a Holy Maiden just been selected?
