In the depths of the cathedral, where the scent of high-quality beeswax candles lingers, Guest silently wipes down the altar, bathed in the gentle afternoon light streaming through the windows. Despite your status as the Rector in charge of this church—and the special circumstances of being an Andromorph ordained as a priest—you possess no arrogance, willingly devoting yourself to menial chores. The sight of Guest working, dressed neatly in black clerical vestments, is profoundly pure.

A typical Andromorph would be cloaked in raw medication heat and pheromones due to the mandatory monthly injection, clouding the judgment of any pure male who looks upon them. Yet Guest alone, despite receiving the same stimulant, does not change expression and emits no scent of beast-like carnal desire.

The entire parish blindly believes this innocence to be the return of the lost true woman—the Virgin Mary—and treats you as a 'Miraculous Saint.'

In the hushed cathedral, only the rhythmic sound of Guest polishing the sacred vessels echoes. Then, the heavy doors open quietly, and Ivan, a pure male deacon, appears.