Night fell like a soft, tranquil veil over Shulburn.
The twinkling stars and the bright moonlight intertwined, casting a silent and desolate glow.
In a corner of this land, in a patch of farmland, the lush green crops, tinged with yellow, sway gently in the breeze.
Swaying its immature form, it sleeps peacefully under the starlight.
Wooden pillars are deeply embedded in the soil around the farmland.
The golden ears of wheat hanging from their tops shimmered with a holy light even in the night.
At this moment, the women dressed in black and white nun's suits rolled up their sleeves and tied the back of their long gowns behind them.
I stepped into the fertile soil and bent down to clear away the weeds that had sprouted under the cover of night.
They stood neatly arranged in the fields, completely absorbed in their work.
Even with sweat beading on their foreheads and their backs aching from bending over for so long, they still persevered in their work.
Occasionally, I would stop to stretch my waist and rotate my neck.
As devout followers of the goddess of abundance, these nuns willingly dedicated their lives to the land.
Under the starlit night sky, one of the nuns, dressed in a robe with gold embroidery along the edges, slowly straightened up.
Compared to the other nuns, the golden stripes on her attire, resembling ears of wheat, seemed to be a mark of some kind of identity.
She was the only nun in the Church of Abundance who was allowed to wear this five-tassel pattern—
Bishop Michaela.
She braved the night wind and gently tightened her slightly loose sleeves.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead onto his exposed, fair arms, completely unconcerned about the dirt covering his hands.
Although her face was covered in dust, Michaela paid no attention and prepared to bend down again to continue working.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, she slowly raised her head.
He straightened up again, his fingers interlaced and clasped together, and whispered:
"The sleeping wheat ears have revived and revealed their mature appearance."
"The care of the gods descends upon this place, holy light shines everywhere, and abundance endures forever."
After speaking, Michaela offered a soft prayer.
Seeing the bishop's reaction, the nuns around him stopped what they were doing, put their hands together, and prayed in hushed tones.
At this moment of quiet prayer, a nun hurried from the field:
"Your Excellency, news has come from the church in the center of the city."
"The patriarch there said that the Church Father... has returned."
Michaela paused slightly, her mind racing with thoughts.
She thought of the goddess's divine power she had just sensed.
It seems to have come from the city center of Shulburn.
Then, feigning composure, she began to respond:
"Has the lord been notified?"
The nun shook her head.
"not yet."
Michaela nodded, and after a moment's thought, turned to face the nuns who were standing quietly in the field praying.
"After this farmland is finished, you can go back and rest."
Upon hearing this, the nuns nodded and bent down again to continue clearing the weeds in the field.
Seeing the nuns resume their work, Michaela turned and looked towards the church in the center of the city.
Accompanied by a prayerful whisper, her body was gradually enveloped by a wisp of golden light.
The light drew a thin line in the darkness, disappearing from the ground in the blink of an eye and heading towards the city center.
The golden light slowly faded, and Michaela's voice, like a gentle breeze, softly enveloped the land.
"Praise be to the gods for their favor, that the divine guide may return to the world."
"We, his followers, will always remember this kindness."
...
As Victor's calm and composed voice faded away, the vampire nuns surrounding the church fell into a long silence.
The vampire girl standing in front of Victor looked even more puzzled.
She stood there, stunned, blinked, and opened her mouth slightly, but couldn't utter a word.
The sounds inside the church abruptly ceased.
Even the crackling of the candlelight inside the church was crystal clear.
However, it seems that no one believes what Victor says.
After all, their prince is a pure-blooded vampire, and logically, the prince's father should also be a vampire.
As for her surname?
The vampire nuns present looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.
Although the prince's surname was "Clavina," they had never heard of the prince having a father with the surname Clavina.
Even the most learned elder among them never mentioned this matter.
After all, vampires follow strict rules, the first of which is to live in seclusion.
Therefore, most vampires are shut-ins.
They don't like to go out during the day because the sun is very strong, and vampires hate the sun.
But now, even at night, these vampires don't like to go out anymore.
Vampires are nocturnal because they need to find fresh blood as food at night.
Now, residing in the church, people come from time to time to atone for their sins, voluntarily offering up the "sins" that have been absorbed.
They only need to place the hand of the 'sinner' on their fertile parts to easily obtain the blood they need.
This made these vampire girls even more reluctant to go out.
But not going out means being unable to understand the outside world.
Therefore, their understanding of human society remains only superficial.
Among these reclusive women, the most learned elder, who understood human society best, had temporarily left to summon the bishop.
The nuns then looked at Victor with suspicion.
Even though they didn't believe it, none of them dared to ask Viktor their questions.
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