Summoning went wrong

Volume 4 Chapter 11. Again

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I will start correcting the grammar of my previous chapters so the releases may become slower, well slower than usual. 

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The next morning a carriage came to town.

This wasn't surprising since the city is situated on an important merchant route, and carriages aren't rare.

Yet this particular one was eye-catching since it was white completely.

Carriages around the area are brown with dirt on them, that was the memento of their journeys.

This one was perfectly white without a speck of dust on it.

Its wheels were made out of the finest wood and on its side was the sign of the church, the golden cross. This holy construction was pulled by two white horses, with black eyes, proving that they weren't albinos. Even the coach itself was in a perfectly white suit.

This magnificent construction rolled through the cobblestones of the street, straight to the church.

Once it reached the holy building, it stopped immediately, and three people descended from it.

The first one was a 16-year-old girl with blond hair and pale skin. She wore a cloth that made her look like a nun, except it had a white base with silver contour and a sizable golden cross as expected.

After her, another girl came out. She was maybe a year older, with brown skin and black hair. Contrary to the nun she wore a black leather outfit with a bow and a quiver full of arrows on her back.

And finally, a young man came out, wearing a regular outfit, the only thing sticking out was the sword that he had on his waist, made out of silver.

The first one to speak was the nun-looking girl.

"Goddess, thank you for protecting us during our long journey."

"Let's go. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can go home."

"...Belinda, I know that you have no respect for anything, but please compose yourself. We are on holy ground."

"It's enough that we are wasting our time here! What we should do is to get to the duke who is here and get as much information as possible!"

"Could you two stop arguing with each other? This has been going on for the entire trip!"

The young man went past them and entered the church. The two girls stared at each other for a while before following him.

For a normal person, this please would feel oppressed by the huge building, yet he went forward unfazed.

Compared to the ones in the capital in which they regularly visited; this is nothing.

When he reached the end of the row of seats, two men were waiting for him.

One was the Mid- priest of this church.

The followers of the goddess had a strict hierarchical rule. They were divided into four groups. There were the low priests who were the most common ones. Above them were the mid priests who dirige churches in gig cities and fought evil spirits. Then there were the High-priests who gathered at the capital. They were the elite of the elite in church obeying only the one above them, the Pope, who was on par with the king.