[Maplestone City Cathedral]
As night fell, the once bustling nave became quiet.
Of the nearly one hundred junior officers summoned that morning, only twelve remained.
Among these twelve, nine were true graduates of the Alliance Army Academy, and three were commissioned officers.
Their departments were different, their posts varied, their responsibilities diverse, including even a disabled man who had gone to teach at the military academy.
Clearly, those who selected them did not care whether they needed a cane to walk, nor did they care if they could speak fluent Guidao City dialect, not even "trustworthiness" seemed to be a necessary condition.
Twelve young men stood before the altar, unaware of why they had been chosen.
Yet, they all kept silent, quietly waiting for that person to arrive.
Moonlight streamed through the side windows, casting upon the altar, the Saint Heir nailed to the cross with closed eyes and a sorrowful expression.
