Organ rental company in another world

At the foot of Basel's walls, a white torrent filled the plains outside the city.

Tens of thousands of believers, dressed in plain white robes, lined up densely on both sides of the avenue, their hands clasped in front of their chests, quietly waiting for something.

The main streets of the city were cleared out a few days ago, and no vendors are allowed to do business there.

The ground was spotless, and the bluish-gray stone slabs gleamed with a moist sheen in the sunlight, as if the entire city was bathing and changing clothes for this moment.

King Saint Oran Fars rode in front of the congregation, his crown jewels polished to a shine, his white robes billowing in the wind.

Duke Angre, standing beside him, had also changed into the most solemn white robes, his large body stretching the robes taut, his face bearing a perfectly measured expression of piety.

Behind them lined up the elites of the King's Legion and the Sword Saint Legion, followed by the nobles of the Bekeranza district.

Everyone's gaze was drawn to the same open space—a flat area of ​​land, about half the size of a square, that had been specially cleared out.

Tens of thousands of people stood quietly outside the city for a long time until the bronze bells on the church were rung, their melodious chimes spreading in all directions.

The bells rang one after another. As the third bell rang, the once clear sky suddenly changed color. Large swaths of clouds gathered from all directions, piling up layer upon layer above the open space, instantly darkening the surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, several beams of golden light squeezed out from the thick clouds, and an extremely thick yellow beam of light suddenly shot out of the clouds, crashing onto the open ground and bursting out with a dazzling halo.

After a long time, the golden light dissipated, and a group of people appeared out of thin air on the scorched earth.

They were all dressed in dark brown robes, with hoods covering most of their faces, and the hems of their robes fluttering slightly in the lingering heat.

There were twelve people in total, standing quietly in two rows on the land where smoke was still rising.

At the very front of their line, a tall, elderly man lifted his hood.

His beard and hair were all white, with sideburns hanging down on either side of his chin. He rode a giant horse that was pure white and had spiral silver horns on its forehead.

This is the only remaining purebred unicorn in the world, and its owner is none other than the most powerful magician in human history: Emperor Dante.

Although the believers did not say much on the surface, their excitement was evident.

They had read about his deeds in the scriptures since childhood and looked up at his figure in the murals of the church. And now he stood before them, riding the unicorn that only existed in legend.

These brown-robed messengers came from a religious kingdom on the eastern side of the continent.

The Kingdom is not large. It sits atop a high mountain at the easternmost tip of the continent, and its entire territory is only the size of a single city.

But because that city was the birthplace of Holy Emperor Yarrow Bimbisara and the origin of Yarrowism, it became a place that all Yarrow believers dreamed of visiting.

Today, this dream has the potential to come true.

Dante and his companions came to select the purest and most devout believers to go to the Church.

If they are selected, they can take off their white robes, put on brown religious robes, and go to the Holy Mountain to become the group of people closest to the Holy Emperor!

Dante, accompanied by other envoys, rode slowly towards the king and his entourage on tall horses.

"Dante Atum, the envoy of the Theocracy, and his entourage pay their respects to Your Majesty." Dante, seated on the back of the unicorn, nodded slightly, and the brown-robed men behind him did the same.

"Gentlemen of the Holy Kingdom, thank you for coming. Please." King Saint Oran turned his horse around and led a few people toward Baserone.

The gates of Basel slowly opened behind them, and the believers on both sides of the main road retreated like a tide, making way for the brown-robed procession.

The members of the King's Legion collectively raised their staffs, and thousands of beams of light magic rose into the air simultaneously, exploding into countless silver specks of light above the city. As they fell, they turned into fine dust, drifting and scattering across the entire city of Baserón.

The group proceeded along the main road, their destination the Holy Light Cathedral located in the very center of the city.

This church is the largest Ayrdom building in the Kingdom of Eton. Its three spires are arranged in a triangular shape and pierce the sky. Above the main entrance is a stained glass window with a diameter of more than ten meters, which depicts the magnificent scene of the Holy Emperor's descent into the world.

In front of the church, the group first clasped their hands in a gesture of respect, then dismounted and entered the church.

The Pope was already waiting in the main hall of the church, with several church administrators standing beside him.

They too wore white robes, but these robes were embroidered with sacred symbols woven in gold thread, each symbol representing a proverb from the teachings of Aro.

He stood before the altar directly beneath the statue, holding a thick book in his hands.

The book's cover was made of some kind of unidentified black leather, with dark gold metal corner protectors. The edges of the pages were slightly frayed from being turned over many years, but there were no signs of damage.

This book records the names of every believer who passed the selection process and successfully set foot on the holy land. From its initial few pages to its current thickness, almost impossible to close, it has witnessed generation after generation of the most devout souls journeying to that high mountain.

After another round of tedious greetings, Dante and the others took their seats.

A believer handed the Pope a book containing the names of the believers who had been selected this time.

The notebook was filled with dense writing, with each name followed by its place of birth and age. The handwriting was neat and solemn, clearly indicating that a great deal of effort had been put into copying it. At the very top of the list, the words "To be selected" were written in slightly larger font.

Once everything was ready, Dante nodded to the Pope.

The Pope immediately adjusted his tone, drawing out his words in a deep, solemn voice:

"Becoming a Saint——"

The sound echoed through the empty church. A believer stood outside, facing a white sea of ​​worshippers in white robes, and used a megaphone-like spell to amplify his voice, shouting in the same tone as the Pope:

"Becoming a Saint——"

All the believers were immediately jolted, their hearts pounding, eagerly awaiting the next candidate's name.

The candidates were chosen by the Pope and his party themselves, and no one knew the list before the actual process began.

The Pope gently opened the thin book, his aged fingers tracing the pages, finally pointing to a name.

"Gondola—"

The candidate's name was communicated to the believers waiting outside by a messenger outside.

Suddenly, a sharp cry erupted from the believers, and a cat-person dressed in a white robe jumped up excitedly, while the surrounding believers applauded and congratulated it.

Suppressing his excitement, the cat-man walked calmly out of the white ocean and slowly entered the church amidst the envious and admiring gazes of the believers.