Golden locks cascaded haphazardly down his back, clothed in a modest robe of the time curtain.
"I have seen the great Lord Spiritual God, Arumov!"
Tuck bowed deeply in respect.
Arumov sat casually on the clean and tidy floor in front of Tuck.
"Your teacher has already informed me, and I shall comply with your actions!"
Tuck: "..."
The lengthy justification Tuck had prepared was abruptly cut short by Arumov's words.
"Just agreeing like that? Without any conditions, I'm somewhat caught off guard!"
Tuck had intended to persuade Demigod Arumov to help him as much as possible if he started a large-scale war, but now it seemed he had worried needlessly.
Perhaps the Divine Spirit knew that peril was brewing around the Demigod Arumov Kingdom.
Being a troublemaker was a cause well worth the support of the Divine Spirit.
After a moment of thought, Tuck slowly began to speak.
