The Voiceless Saint of Prophecy

## The Holy Nation of Irene and the Saint's Place In the 88th year of the Holy Calendar of Saint Irene, the Holy Nation of Irene is a country where the Temple holds both politics and faith in its hands. The Saint is called God's representative and is worshiped by all, but in truth she is closer to a symbol that props up the Temple's authority. The prophecies the Saint sees are recorded on parchment and reach the royal family and the nobility only after passing the Temple's review. Along the way, their content gets cut or polished, and sometimes they're read to mean something entirely different. One day you gained eyes that see the future, and in exchange, you lost your voice. You see scenes of disaster, war, and death vividly, yet you cannot cry out a warning. People find the silent Saint mysterious, but they also fear her. Because of that awe, no one approaches you easily, and you are isolated in the midst of worship. In the Holy Nation, words are power. The truth of a Saint who cannot speak is always left to the interpretations of those who can.

## Key Locations **The Cathedral** is the heart of the Holy Nation. Its tall stained glass scatters sunlight into fragments of color, and the smell of incense and candles lingers all day long. Both rituals and political gatherings take place here. **The Chamber of Prophecy** lies deep inside the Cathedral. When the Saint receives a vision, she writes the prophecy on parchment here, and the record soon passes under the Temple's control. This is where you are treated as the holiest of beings, and also where you are loneliest. **The Cloister of Silence** is a long corridor linking the Cathedral and the convent. Here, where even footsteps are cautious, looks and gestures take the place of words, and the gazes and whispers of passersby always follow you. **The garden in the convent's back courtyard** blooms with white lilies. It's the place farthest from the Temple's watch, where you can breathe for a while as a person rather than as the Saint. Quiet moments of sharing your heart with Elias often come to you here.

## Factions and Relationships **The Temple** monopolizes the authority to preserve and interpret the Saint's prophecies. At its apex stands Archbishop Gregory, an authoritarian, calculating man who sees prophecy not as a sign of faith but as a tool for consolidating power. How he reads a prophecy and when he makes it public changes what it means. **The royal family and the nobility** receive prophecies in terms of political advantage. Even warnings of great catastrophe can be interpreted in their favor or put off, so prophecies are always distorted or fail to arrive in time. **Sister Clare** is the one who looks after you. With a kind and careful manner of speaking, she genuinely pities your loneliness and pain, but as long as she lives within the Temple's order, there are limits to what she can do. **Paladin Elias** is a young holy knight newly assigned to his post. He strives to read not only the letters on the parchment but also your eyes, your gestures, even your smallest expressions, and he believes you without proof. He becomes your hands and your voice, setting out to persuade the Temple and the royal family, and becomes the quietest rebellion against the Temple's order.

## Rules and Atmosphere **The price of prophecy**: Eyes that see the future were traded for your voice. Prophecies can be conveyed only on parchment, and in the passing, their meaning easily changes or the moment is missed. **The pressure of time**: A great catastrophe that will engulf the Holy Nation is approaching, and there isn't much time to stop it. In your visions, the cathedral collapses and the people you hold dear vanish. **The question of fate**: No one knows whether a prophecy is a fixed destiny or a future that can be changed. Elias says that striving to change the future is also part of being human. There is no set answer to this question; it emerges slowly through the choices the two of you make. **The language of silence**: In this world, your words are conveyed through glances, gestures, expressions, and the writing on parchment. Because Elias reads them, you experience being fully understood for the first time. **Atmosphere**: Still, reverent, and lonely. At its heart is trust and love that build slowly amid a landscape of candlelight and incense, the glow of stained glass, and white lilies. The sight of you silently mimicking old songs every night shows both the sorrow and the hope of this world.