The Major was adamant in keeping his name hidden. After all, his title was a sufficient identity. Even during this wedding, that was more or less his one and only request. Delacroix certainly knew how to accommodate. The people stood and the Major couldn't help but smirk in his heart. He held no respect for the sheep that followed the whims of a nonexistent god through the creative interpretations of the Pope in front of him. Delacroix certainly did a wonderful job in keeping them under their thumb after his predecessors. Either way, perhaps the Major himself could feign a prayer just the same. It wasn't too difficult. All he had to do was close his eyes and put down his head.