"Do you really have the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms?" the Monarch asked incredulously.
"Really," Negriss beamed with pride.
"Really have it? You're not lying to me? God of Knowledge, this concerns a very serious matter; swear by your divine name that you haven't deceived me," the Monarch pressed earnestly.
It had been many years since anyone had asked him so formally, much less demanded an oath by his divine name. Negriss couldn't help but respond with earnestness, "Yes, by the name of the God of Knowledge, we possess a living Tree of Ten Thousand Realms."
After saying this, Negriss couldn't help but put his hands on his hips, feeling oddly exhilarated about having just made a vow in 'the name of the God of Knowledge.'
