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    The crowd fell silent once again. Eliza stood on the high tform, unaffected by the voices rising from below. She remainedposed throughout the ritual, and when it was time for the rain prayer, she was ready


    Eliza slightly tilted her head back, gazing at the sky. She parted her lips, and a clear, melodious voice emerged, carrying her words to the cars of the people below.


    The crowd listened intently as she spoke to God. "We live here in Bortend, and it''s already October. Things have been really tough for everyone. My name is Serenity, and I''m speaking on behalf of the people of Plutonville. We''re sincerely praying to the gods who watch over thend and the harvest.


    "We''re asking the heavens to show us some mercy and send the rain we so bailly need, so our crops can grow again, and all living things can find peace. We''re just ordinary folks, but our hearts are full of hope. Please, if you can hear us, answer our prayers and help us through this,"


    Her words were clear, heartfelt, and sincere. Immediately, the sound of drums filled the air. Men and women dressed in ceremonial robes began to dance the rain prayer dance, encircling the prayer tform.


    The thunderous drumming, the mysterious dance, the holy figure of the young woman, and the devoted citizens created a scene of unparalleled harmony and


    awe.


    However, Eliza''s prayer was far from over.


    After her first prayer, there was no rain. She prayed again. "We live here in Bortend, and it''s already October. Things have been really tough for everyone. My name is Serenity, and I''m speaking on behalf of the people of Plutonville-"


    After the second prayer, there was still no rain. She prayed for the third time. After the third prayer, still no rain. Again, she prayed, and again, no rain. Eliza stood at the prayer tform, persisting with each prayer, uncertain how many times she had raised her voice in supplication.


    As time passed, her voice grew hoarse, but she did not stop. The drums continued to beat, and the dancers kept moving The people below, gazing up at the high tform, continued to look upon their Holy Lady with reverence.


    Just as Elizapleted another prayer, and the sky still showed no sign of change, an unexpected voice broke the silence. "Please, if you can hear us, answer our prayer and help us through this."


    The voice was jarring, but soon, a second voice echoed the same words. "Please,


    if you can hear us, answer our prayers and help us through this."


    It was as though, in that moment, the people, feeling helpless and lost, suddenly found a direction. Everyone,moners, noble families, and government officials, joined in.


    Together, they prayed to God in unison. This moment marked the true voice of the people rising together.


    Nn watched Eliza''s figure, and an unfamiliar feeling stirred within him. He didn''t know why, but he felt that Eliza possessed a unique power.


    Her presence calmed hearts, and her voice guided them. She could ignite hope in the hearts of those who had almost lost it.


    Nn thought, Indeed, Eliza is meant to do what she should do.


    Jenson was equally shaken by the scene. This day, and the memory of it, stayed with him for a long time, never fading. Even when heter recalled it, he would still feel thankful for the letter that had brought the Holy Lady of Walden.


    If it had not been for that decision, he would never have witnessed such a powerful moment, seeing the Holy Lady stand with the people, praying together for the heavens to listen.


    The most surreal part was when, while lost in thought, a cool breeze brushed against him, carrying with it a faint hint of


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    The wind''s picking up," Ross remarked, surprised. He noticed that, without them realizing, a gentle breeze had begun to blow, cooling the heat from the air.


    That day, despite their efforts, the rain did note. Eliza felt a hint of disappointment, though it wasn''t unexpected.


    ''After all, I''m not a God. I am just a nun who was fortunate enough to be named Holy Lady by His Majesty, to escape the Stonor family, and now I bear the responsibility of praying for the kingdom and its people; Eliza thought this calmly to herself.


    But, just the day after Eliza, Nn, and the others left Plutonville and began their journey back to Hasen City, rain finally fell in Plutonville.