But it turned out he was sitting just like everyone else, taking seats in order. There was no special treatment at all. No wonder she couldn't find Xavier. She had been using binoculars to look at the front row the whole time. The hall was huge. Just the first row alone had many people, and there were countless people behind them. So, except for the first row, Natalie only gave the other seats a quick look and didn't search carefully. The two girls seemed to think Natalie was speaking too loudly. They made a quiet sign, then whispered, "Why are you looking for him?" "To find family," Natalie said, pointing at Angus in the photo. "My friend is his family and came back to Yloria just to look for him." The two girls looked closely at Angus's face in the photo. He really was one of the men who had just entered the hall with this woman. So they spoke more kindly and said, "After it's over, we can help you call him over. Brother Xavier always stays to chat with the Shepherd after each lesson." "That would be great," Natalie said with a smile. She handed over the two chocolate bars again. "Thanks." But the two girls still waved their hands and refused. "It's no trouble at all, sister. You don't need to thank us." Then they explained, "As saintesses, we are only allowed to give alms to others. We're not allowed to accept things in return." Saintesses, huh. "Alright," Natalie said, putting the chocolate bar away. Then she asked, "Do you all call each other brothers and sisters here?" One of the girls nodded. "Yes. All people of Dawnmother are family. When we return to heaven one day, we'll be true brothers and sisters."Natalie didn't say anything. "Brothers and sisters" is a Christian way of speaking, right? And "alms" comes from Buddhism, doesn't it?" And the training methods and building strength exercises felt like old martial traditions. Every time Natalie did her strength routine, she followed workout videos made by a martial arts instructor, not anything religious at all. This Dawnlight cult was really a messy mix, copying ideas from everywhere. It took things from other religions, mixed them all together, and then called it its own. It was pretty ridiculous. Of course, Natalie wouldn't show her dislike in front of the two "saintesses." Instead, she asked casually, "Everyone wearing white robes is a saintess, right? So what do saintesses usually do? You all look healthier than normal people." Natalie wasn't going back to listen to the lesson anyway, so she didn't mind chatting with them. The two girls had planned to hurry back to the door to listen, but since Natalie wasn't a believer yet, they were more patient with her. After all, bringing in new believers was very important. Messiah had said that bringing more people into the cult meant saving others, and that doing so would earn good merit. When they returned to heaven one day, that merit would be like money—the more, the better. And this woman was very pretty. She clearly looked like saintess material and would likely become one of them later. So both girls stayed friendly and answered Natalie seriously. "That's because after we become saintesses, we receive the goddess's blessing and care. We gain special spiritual energy, so our condition is better," one girl said.The other added, "As for our daily life, we don't do much. We practice singing and sing praises to the goddess, do some basic chores, and spend most of our time practicing." Practicing? Natalie asked, "You mean that Dawnlight Technique we just saw?" She had only watched the believers practice for a short time and already felt it looked tiring and harmful. Did these girls have to train like that all the time? One of the girls shook her head. "Not just the Dawnlight Technique. There are also special practices that only saintesses are allowed to learn." Natalie asked with curiosity, "What kind of special practices?" The girl didn't explain further and said instead, "You'll understand and be allowed to practice it only after you become a saintess." Natalie twitched the corner of her mouth. She had no interest in becoming a saintess, and there was no chance she would ever join this strange cult. Her looks didn't need the title of "saintess" to prove anything. Then she thought of the woman on the stage, who looked very ordinary, and asked out of curiosity, "By the way, is the woman on stage with the microphone also a saintess? She seems ... kind of different from you." The girl said, "Oh, she's not a saintess. She's our Lady Shepherd, the Shepherd's wife. She's in charge of us." The Shepherd's wife? That answer surprised Natalie. So in this cult, not only did their god have a wife, but the cult leader did too. Natalie pictured the strange-looking, heavyset cult leader and couldn't help but feel a bit impressed with that woman. She was truly brave.That man was not someone most people would want to marry. After all, waking up every morning and seeing him first would probably be scary. So Natalie couldn't help saying, "Your Lady Shepherd ... seems like a pretty nice person." The two girls had no idea what Natalie was thinking. They nodded eagerly.