The commotion caused by the Living Saint was large. Almost everyone within the plaza turned their attention towards them.
"It's the Saint!"
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Everyone knelt on the ground, holding onto their hands while silently praying towards the figure standing next to Lazarus, who took all of this in with a smile.
He looked used to this type of scene.
Feeling the numerous gazes of the people around, Lazarus remained indifferent as he looked towards the Living Saint. Though he didn't speak, his meaning was clear.
"Yes, I do believe we should go."
Smiling again, the Living Saint stepped forward and moved towards the distant cathedral.
Lazarus followed from behind as the crowd parted.
Thankfully, none of them dared to cause any trouble. As Lazarus looked around, he could see the amount of reverence the people had for the Living Saint.
His face showed no signs of change as he walked back into the cathedral.
