"Our Lord,"
The high priest insisted on bowing down. This haughty man who had this organization on his feet was kneeling. He was shedding his tear, and with his hands opened, he prayed as if, right at this moment, he was asking for salvation and had given everything up for the sake of their lord.
Neirin could only stare at the high priest through her mask. Devotion, faith, and even their self-sacrifice. They have done everything in order to see her at this moment. They believe, and they persist no matter what the consequences are, yet Neirin could only grant them a simple miracle for their wishes.
It was foolish, Neirin thought. That humans' devotion, faith, mercy, and all of their feelings can be easily manipulated.
All because they believe and they have fear.
Fear.
Neirin smiled bitterly. Indeed, fear can roughly chain someone to the neck.
