The Elder in the military officer uniform saluted. "I shall temper our disciples like a steel of churning core."
Damascus soared to the sky, piercing through a shelter of leaves that barely let any ray of light to hit the forest ground. She left a visible trail of mana dust in the air.
"Meshia." Foel prodded the tall deity whose lap she sat on. "What are you going to do to the winner of the cooking contest?"
"Fufufu, we'll probably give them their own personal accommodation near the sect. An extra reward, you could say."
The Pine-Looters who had been peeking their ears from the start, immediately prodded one and another as if they all had the same idea.
"Let's plead." Cassilk nodded to herself, as if she was proud of her ingenuity of a brain.
"Indeed." Cola also nodded to herself, with the same reason as her older sibling.
