30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 193

In Pendragon, the concept of a "weekend" exists.

While in other countries only the nobility might enjoy vacations or holidays, the citizens of Pendragon are accustomed to having a weekend every seven days. This wasn't necessarily because Pendragon's leadership wanted to bestow any special kindness upon its people.

"Today, I am grateful for the many brothers and sisters who have joined us. May everyone be blessed with the Light of Glory."

[Blessed be.]

This practice was merely a result of the temple's strong advocacy.

Prayer meetings, or masses, as they are sometimes called, were events that the citizens of Pendragon were required to attend. Can you believe that even the farmers, who should have been busy with the harvest, were obligated to attend these over three-hour-long gatherings every weekend? This might suggest that the people's faith was genuine.

Thus, the weekend effectively became 'nsidered unusual.

Over 80% of the nation's populace followed the religion of the Light of Glory, and missing a temple gathering could lead to social ostracism.

"Merciful Light of Glory, please let this year's crops prosper."

"Please, no droughts—I beg you. My son has just entered the academy!"

"Please keep my family healthy and let me meet a beautiful bride."

"I need money! Please let me have good luck in this game!!"

Farmers, merchants, mercenaries, gamblers—people from all walks of life devoutly clasped their hands and prayed. This alone illustrated the attitude of the citizens towards religion.

And with such overflowing faith,

"Please accept this, priest. It’s beer made from the first barley harvested this year." "Could you please hold my child’s hand? I hope he can grow up to be a fine person like you." "Father, there’s someone here desiring to confess. Would that be alright?"

The authority held by priests was immense.

People overflowed with respect and admiration for them, and a little child, holding tightly to his mother's hand, said with stars in his eyes, "Mom! I want to be respected like the priest when I grow up!" "Yes, my son. If anyone can do it, you can. I'll be here cheering for you." "Yes!!"

The child looked up to the priest with eyes full of admiration, and the priest, seeing such a gaze, smiled kindly.

It was a display of the priests' power, comparable to that of nobility, and even nobles could not afford to treat them lightly.

...It should be the case.

Crunch!

"So, which faction are you from?"

"!!!?"

"Are you going to talk? Why aren't you opening your mouth?"

Crackle!

"!!!"

"Stubborn one, aren’t you? Why won’t you speak?"

The knight interrogated the priest, but no answer came, and he clicked his tongue. The priest was notably tight-lipped.

Perhaps just an hour more...

"—Instructor, maybe removing the gag first would allow him to respond or anything really."

"......."