Two days later, the City of Sin suddenly became bustling, for a rumor had made these people, who had just found hope, anxious and uneasy.
"Sister Nun, is it true? Are you really leaving us?"
"Sister Nun, please don't go. What will we do after you're gone?"
"Sister Nun, did we do something wrong? Why are you abandoning us?"
"Take me with you, Sister Nun. I am willing to follow the Way of Mechanical to the death."
...
In a panic, people spontaneously gathered at the doors of the majestic church built entirely of steel, beseeching in such a manner.
In the past, amidst endless suffering, it was the Church of Machinery that gave these lower-class people hope for the future, and the short span of five months had been the happiest time in the lives of most people here.
