Reincarnated with the Country System

In the Moonlight Scripture religion, the Saint is the holy messenger of Lunara's will. Blessed by the Goddess, their role is to spread Lunara's light, guide believers, and protect the religion's sacred truths. They possess divine powers bestowed upon them by Lunara herself, acting as a bridge between Earth and Heaven.

Saints uphold the Seven Holy Truths and guide believers in their spiritual journey.

Though Saint are not immortal—they are born and die like ordinary people—it is believed that their souls reside in Lunara's heavenly court, where they continue to serve the Goddess. Some legends suggest that during times of great crisis, certain Saints are reborn to aid humanity once more.

The birth of a Saint is often accompanied by special events or omens. For example:

- A child born during a lunar eclipse, bearing a sacred mark on their body, is seen as blessed and destined to become the next Saint.

- Some individuals receive divine dreams in which Lunara herself bestows her blessing upon them.

Saints serve as divine messengers and are tasked with protecting the Silver Codex, the central scripture of the Moonlight Scripture religion.

Each Saint possesses unique divine powers, which vary according to their beliefs and connection to Lunara. The special power of a Lunar Saint is Moon Magic.

Through Moon Magic, Saints harness pure lunar energy. They can enter people's dreams to deliver messages or alter them, heal broken bodies and souls, and remove curses. Their abilities make them invaluable to the faith and its followers.

Throughout history, many Saints have played pivotal roles in significant world events. Some of the most renowned Saints of the Moonlight Scripture religion include:

Saint Selena, the First Dreamweaver: Known as the mother of dream magic, she introduced the practice of divine dream interpretation.

Saint Alden, the Moonsword: A heroic leader of the Twilight Guardians who demonstrated extraordinary bravery during the Shadow Wars.

Saint Ragdo, the Silver Healer: He saved an entire kingdom by curing a devastating poisonous plague.

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Lady Munia ~ the 87th Saint of the current Moonlight Scripture religion.

She sat at the head of a long, polished table, her presence commanding the room.

The flickering light of the moonflower candles cast a soft glow on the faces of those gathered—Cardinals, Archbishops, and high-ranking priests of the Moonlight Scripture.

"This matter is deeply troubling," the Saint began her voice calm but laced with concern. "I never imagined the Britannia Kingdom would fall so completely, becoming a vassal state to the Bernard Empire. It is a blow not only to our faith but to the very fabric of our world."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room.

Archbishop Martin, seated to her right, leaned forward, his hands clasped tightly. "We must act swiftly. The Bernard Empire's influence grows by the day. If we do not counter them, our hold on Britannia—and perhaps beyond—will weaken irreparably."

Cardinal Rim, his weathered face etched with lines of worry, nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Their advancements in medicine, their technology... it is unlike anything we have seen. And now, with Britannia under their thumb, we are at a disadvantage."

One of the younger priests, a man named Father Elias, spoke up hesitantly. "Perhaps... perhaps we could send our priests to the Bernard Empire. If we spread the teachings of Lunara within their borders, we could strengthen our faith in their land also."

Archbishop Martin shook his head, his expression grim. "It is not so simple. We attempted to send emissaries, but Bernard Empire authorities rejected us. The Bernard Empire is... insular. They do not welcome outsiders, especially those who speak of gods and faith."

The Saint raised a hand, silencing the room. "What do we know of the Bernard Empire's beliefs? Have we learned anything about their religion or their way of life?"

Cardinal Rim sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Little, I'm afraid. What we do know is troubling. They consider their emperor to be supreme—above all else. Some say they worship him as a god, though others claim they reject the concept of divinity altogether."

A gasp escaped Father Elias. "They worship a mortal? How can they be so blind? To place a man above the gods... it is blasphemy of the highest order!"

The Saint's eyes narrowed, her calm demeanour unshaken. "It is arrogance, plain and simple. Their emperor believes himself to be greater than the gods, and his people follow him blindly. But such pride has a way of leading to ruin."

Cardinal Rim slammed his fist on the table, his voice rising. "You are right! Their arrogance knows no bounds. Since their products began flooding the Britannia market, our temple's income has plummeted. We demanded they increase their prices in the name of Lunara, but they refused. They even denied us the secrets of their creations, claiming such knowledge is not for outsiders."

Archbishop Martin's voice was heavy with worry. "If this continues, the people may lose faith in our temple. They may turn away from the gods altogether, becoming atheists like the people of the Bernard Empire."

The room fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in.

The Saint gaze sweeping across the table. "What of the north? Have we sent aid to Britannia in their time of need? This crisis could be an opportunity to strengthen our influence among the people."

Archbishop Martin nodded. "We sent aid, yes. Food, supplies, and many of our priests to offer comfort and guidance. But the damage in the north is catastrophic—over three million people are homeless. Our efforts, while noble, are but a drop in the ocean compared to the scale of the disaster."

Cardinal Rim interjected, his voice bitter. "And the Bernard Empire... they are providing aid on a scale we cannot match. They have flooded the region with supplies. They have even taken control of the aid we sent, claiming they will distribute it themselves. They say the north is now not safe for us to enter."

Father Elias's eyes widened in outrage. "How dare they! By distributing our aid, they ensure the people see only their generosity. Our efforts will go unnoticed, our presence erased."

A low growl escaped Cardinal Rim. "Those infernal creatures! They have no shame, no respect for the gods or their servants."

The Saint raised her hand once more, her voice steady. "Calm yourselves. Anger will not serve us here."

"Ya, We must think strategically. The Bernard Empire has already made Britannia their vassal, and after defeating Latvia in battle, they have taken control of Latvia, Amazonia, and Jimland. Rumours suggest they have demanded Harnus surrender as well. A large portion of the Ostra Continent now lies under their influence."

The room fell silent.

The Saint's gaze softened, and a faint smile touched her lips. "Have none of you heard the story of Nam?"

Father Elias frowned. "Nam? The wicked king who denied the gods?"

The Saint nodded. "Yes. Nam was a ruler of great power, but his pride blinded him. He declared himself above the gods, and his people followed him in their folly. They built great monuments in his honour, believing him to be invincible. But the gods do not suffer such arrogance lightly. In their wrath, they brought his kingdom to ruin. Nam's empire crumbled, his people scattered, and his name became a cautionary tale."

She paused, her eyes gleaming with quiet confidence. "The Bernard Empire walks the same path. Their emperor, in his hubris, believes himself beyond the reach of the divine. But Lunara sees all. She will not allow such arrogance to go unpunished. Trust in her, and she will guide us through this darkness."

"Guide us, Mother Moon. Show us the path through this darkness, and let your light shine upon us all."