Charles's soul almost flew out in fright!
It took him more than a dozen seconds to realize that it was not the old King laughing!
But it seemed even more terrifying, as the giggle was eerily familiar.
It was the voice of a young boy.
Startled, Charles hastily prayed in his heart, "O Sovereign of the Extraordinary Path, who roams the river of time, understands all mysteries, and presides over the Court of Destiny! How have I disturbed you? Have I done something to trouble you?"
A voice rang in Charles's ear, "Are you willing to sacrifice Saint Michael to me?"
Without hesitation, Charles said, "I am willing!"
"How can I sacrifice Him to you?"
Being requested for a sacrifice by one of the Nine Great True Gods, the Serpent of Destiny, was an incredibly auspicious occasion.
True Gods do not take freely from mortals. Even if they do, it is a blessing, as long as it keeps the True Gods from bothering oneself, why would Charles stint on a divine spirit?
