Before seeing the name Hobart, Aishel had been imagining that the Blessed of the "Creator" might have needs for wealth, power, or Extraordinary Material.
She had never imagined that Hobart would make such a request!
Once Hobart made his request, the positions of the two sides changed. Though Aishel still wore a smile, her words had become somewhat aggressive. "As a baron, shouldn't you salute a Princess?"
"I should." Hobart pointed at his mask. "But that is when I am not wearing this mask.
"While I am wearing it, you should salute me!"
Aishel asked, "What does this mask represent?"
"An Attendant of God!"
Aishel asked again, "I heard that in the Southern Continent, the great 'Creator' has many Blessed?"
"At your level, I cannot reveal that information to you."
"What level must I reach before I can know such intelligence?"
Hobart smiled. "Have you fought for the 'Creator'?"
Aishel shook her head. On the contrary, the "Creator" had even saved her life.
Hobart's presence gradually pressed Aishel down once more. "Do you know how to please the 'Creator'?"
Aishel helplessly shook her head again.
"You may choose not to help. I have other options." Hobart said solemnly, "But if I come to you again next time and you are still unwilling to help, I will never come looking for you again."
Aishel fell into brief contemplation. To her, the "Creator" had not yet displayed any aspect of an evil god, and she was still rather willing to maintain a good relationship with the "Creator."
"Fine, I will attend your wedding!" Aishel also thought that helping this Attendant of God before her was equivalent to establishing ties with the Creator's Blessed. In the future, this might become a source of support hidden in the shadows.
And if she refused, she