I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Most Fuyuki City residents' impressions of Shinto are limited to the newly built Shinto Station and the bustling commercial streets and modern civic centers near the station. It is modern and trendy, just like the name of this district, "Xinto."

Only some older people know that before the development of Xindu, it also followed the traditional route. The style was not much different from that of Miyama Town next door, but it was much more dilapidated. After all, it was a wealthy area, while here was a relatively mixed crowd.

Fuyuki City is a small city with no characteristics (on the surface, it is actually full of monsters), and the annual government budget is not large. This directly led to the development of the new capital area for a full ten years without completing all-round transformation.

There are still many old-style streets left in the suburbs.

The long, slightly sloping ramp and the high platform overlooking the sea are just like those depicted in many anime or novels.

There are fewer buildings as you go up the slope, and there are European-style cemeteries built on the slopes of the hills. Fuyuki City is a foreign-related city, with many foreigners living there, and many people are buried here after their deaths.

Higher than the cemetery is the shadow of a row of buildings. Although they are not tall or luxurious, they look very imposing and have a special kind of oppressive force that makes people want to worship.

In other buildings, this feeling may be a bit excessive, but here it seems very appropriate.

Because this building is the gathering place of faith, the house of God on the high platform - Fuyuki Church.

The largest room in the church is the broad and solemn chapel. From the rows of benches with the largest area, it is easy to see that there are not a few believers visiting here.

However, that was all a long time ago. The old priest who was once in charge of the church was a very outstanding priest, both in theology and in guiding the lost lambs. At that time, not only believers, but also many locals with Buddhist or Shinto beliefs would visit the church from time to time and chat with the old priest. Until one day ten years ago, the old priest passed away in an accident. Everything changed. Everything has changed.

It may be because it is located in the Far East and it is difficult to dispatch personnel. It took a long time after the old priest's funeral for the new priest to take office.

The special culture of East Asia has led to the fact that most of the people here are ungodly believers. Their faith is limited to the formal formality of worshiping gods when meeting gods and burning incense in temples. They are not firm in their hearts. It's good to have something that attracts people, but once it's gone, it will be quickly forgotten. The new priest is very ordinary. Although he takes his work seriously, there is really nothing outstanding about him.

In fact, this is the standard configuration of a small local church like Fuyuki. The old priest is enough to run a parish. It is overqualified to stay here. But people are like this. After living a good life, it will be difficult to live a hard life. As a result, the church became less and less popular.

At the beginning of this year, the priest who had worked for eight years was also transferred, which made the church's already poor business even worse. The age-old buildings and the lack of careful care have cast a shadow over this place where faith gathers. It looks fine from the outside, but the various facilities inside have gradually shown a state of disrepair.

If this continues, over time, this place may become a new urban legend - the ghost church. The sacred and evil have always been the most popular topics.

It may be that God did not want to see such a scene, so he sent new members before the church was once again on the verge of ruin, and mercifully sent four at once.

But unlike the two priests before, the four this time were a little strange.

First, they are all women.

Secondly, they are all young, the oldest is only in his twenties.

Thirdly, their attitude towards the church is also strange.

The first thing I did after moving in was neither cleaning nor repairing the damaged house. Instead, I plunged into the basement to install something strange, and then turned over the inside and outside of the church several times. The church was almost demolished.

After finishing all this, several days had passed, and it was only then that they started cleaning and repairing. But only two of them were working. One of the other two was leaning on a bench in the chapel, and the other was standing motionless in the basement.

The girl who seemed to be in charge was beating the house with a hammer and a wooden board. The girl couldn't bear it anymore, so she put down the hammer and said helplessly to the lazy woman who was taller than an adult man lying in front of her.

"Forget it Karen, can't you get up and help? This little amount of exercise is unlikely to make the mighty Holy Shield Knight feel tired."

"It's really troublesome. I'm not a priest or a nun. Why would I do such a thing?"

The woman known as the "Knight of the Holy Shield" raised her eyebrows and complained with a slumped face:

"Besides, why should Kallen be ignored? It's wrong to be partial, Hiyer. You can't treat me differently just because I'm not a member of your 'Burial Agency'."

Hiyer, who was wearing a black monk's uniform, sighed: "Because this is where her father, the heretic, lived, she must... I don't want to irritate her anymore."

"Can't you tell, your 'Burial Agency' is quite humane." A tall woman wearing a black jacket stood up and looked at the nuns in front of her in surprise, "It's not like what the outside world has said. They are all a bunch of people. There is only a thin line between a cold-blooded murderer and a lunatic who is a heretic."

"Actually, the rumors from the outside are basically correct. The director and the previous seats are more exaggerated than the rumors. Me, Kallen, and Father Dawn are a little better, but the benefits are limited." Hiyer sighed again, " On the contrary, Lizzie Byfei, you are very different from the rumors outside. Everyone says that you are a believer among believers, a model of knights, a model of self-discipline and ability."

"That's all Cardinal Gesebaruni's deliberate exaggeration. However, there are still so many people who believe that it is very troublesome to deal with these people every day when I am in the Holy See. It is so troublesome that I want to punch them in the face."

Liz Byfield said, punching the air as if to those admirers.

"..."

Hier sighed for the third time. Those who admire you are idiots. How smart can you be when you expose yourself to us who are not very familiar with you?

But Hier is not Liz Byfield, and she is not that stupid. She just thinks about it in her heart and won't say it out loud.

Liz Byfield continued her complaint: "So, as soon as I heard that you were going to hunt down that heretic, I immediately submitted an application for cooperation. At least you won't be like those idiots."

"You really don't look like a paladin, much worse than Miss Fiore."

Hiyer shook his head helplessly and turned his attention to the last person in the chapel, the woman who best matched the style of the chapel and was also the least suitable.