“To have our glorious church share a space with this church of perversion, how can I tolerate this?” Anne demanded, glaring at me.

“Church of perversion, you’re one to talk,” I muttered.

“What did you say?”

“Sister, I know it is not ideal, but there is only one church building in Chalm. Given the rapid growth, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to find land to build. Considering this building is in the city center, it’s an ideal place for both of us to reach the masses. Perhaps, in this one case, we can make due?”

What is she talking about not ideal and making due? One could see the happy smile on her face. When I had sent Carmine to the capital to offer her such a deal, she couldn’t agree fast enough. She even came personally, something I wasn’t expecting. I just needed a few priests and paladins to stake a claim on their half.

Of course, that was my plan. Mary had desperately wanted to reconnect with her sister. It seemed to be her life ambition to bring the churches back together. If Anne was going to try to push a church onto Chalm, then wasn’t it a good opportunity to invite both churches? Chalm had already started to earn a reputation as a city that brought people together. It contained Animalkin from Dioshin, Osterians from the Ost Republic, and Dwarves from the Deep. All of these species seemingly coexisted here, so why not the churches too?

“You speak of making due, but you’re only here to bully us,” Anne spoke defensively. “Since we don’t have a direct line to our church, we’re disadvantaged. I’ve personally come and will be staying in Chalm until this church is set up, but you’ll be in the capital of Aberis, able to send supplies easily and use your power to push our church out. Everyone knows the church of the Mother is good and taking up all the room.”

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Anne’s eyes glared at Mary’s chest once again. Mary let out a seductive laugh, but that only seemed to sour Anne’s mood further.

“On that note, I’ve also decided to stay in Chalm for the foreseeable future.” Mary smiled.

“What?” I couldn’t help but cut in.

I wasn’t the only one startled by her words. Even her paladins seemed to be shocked. She was the Archbishop of the Church of the Mother. She was their predominant figurehead, yet she was leaving her place of power for a small upstart city in the wilderness. Anne was a leader of her church, but only one of several. Prelate didn’t have the same power in the Church of the Daughter as an Archbishop. Mary represented the holy mother, while Anne was closer to a representative of the daughter. After all, in a family, you could only have one mother, but many daughters.

Since Anne’s power was divided among several Prelates, she could afford to leave on missions, especially when it was spreading the church to a developing area and had the potential gain of getting a foothold in Aberis. On the other hand, the Church of the Mother already had saturated Aberis, and Chalm was only an extended territory of Aberis. There was no major advantage for the Archbishop to personally come.

Of course, I knew of one advantage, and that was for her to reconnect with her sister, but could Mary just abuse her power like that?