Following the encounter with the Pope, I was left to continue on with my life at the Divine Throne. Being free of an escort was both a blessing and a curse, having a greater impact than any of the other commands. The most notable change was a lack of respect among the regular slaves and priests. A Father was a noble figure, one whose very presence commanded subservience. Without his notable presence clearing the hallway and smoothing over contention, life became more difficult. On a positive note, without oversight, I could spend as much time as I wanted, which inevitably led me to the library.
I sighed contentedly as the musty smell of paper washed over me, welcoming me to my haven. Thron glanced up when I entered, beckoning me to him as soon as we locked eyes.
"Congratulations on the duel," he said, smiling widely as he patted me on the head.
