"When is that?" Lawrend asked.
Otor looked up and stared at him as serious as he could.
"As soon as I can, Your Divinity," he replied.
"Tell Humility that I agreed," Lawrend answered.
"Thank you! I will make sure an equivalent church is set up at the Trunden Imperial Capital!" Otor shouted and pressed his head against the marble floor.
"Mm."
Lawrend nodded his head. Seeing Otor act so subservient made him feel good. It was a feeling of power, very different from his magic.
"Follow me, Your Divinity. I will show you more of the church," Otor said and stood up.
The two of them flew around the large church. Otor led him everywhere. From the storage room, to the roof. It was a detailed tour guide that gave Lawrend a sufficient understanding of the church.
"I will set up a defensive magical formation around the church in the future. This will be the heart of the empire," Lawrend said as they walked out of the church.
