Lette and Emily exchanged a glance but said nothing.
"I've felt your zeal for missionary work, it's impressive. However, preaching requires wisdom and contemplation.
I won't blame you for what happened today, nor will I mention it to your Hall Master.
You all, go back."
"Thank you, Church Ancestor! Thank you, Church Ancestor!"
The believers thanked profusely and turned to head towards the cargo port.
"To make them change jobs is the same as killing them."
Emily murmured the intelligence she had just received: "They can no longer go out to fish. The people at the cargo port are willing to take them in, give them work, let them earn money and have food and drink.
But they're still angry, thinking that it's harming them...
This group is indeed a little off."
"Lette, did you think of something again?"
Lette gazed at the vast sea horizon: "Emma and Unica are not fishermen. In a sense, they've changed professions, right?"
"Oh... oh!"
