Lily's Free Will

March 2, morning.

On the second day after meeting all the Cardinals, Iver woke up and began his usual Morning Prayer.

The biggest difference after signing a contract with the Lord of Scales and Feathers was probably that his daily prayers now had an extra step—as soon as he finished praying to the Candlemaster, he had to offer another round of prayers to his contracted master, the Lord of Scales and Feathers.

Of course, he did not need to show too much reverence, and it was not particularly troublesome.

In truth, all he had to do was report to the Lord of Scales and Feathers every morning, inform him of his plans, see when he might need his boss's power, and make an appointment. Then, at night, he would offer a brief summary. If he had used the Lord of Scales and Feathers' power, he would file for reimbursement, restore the charge on his Path Crystal, and finish by offering a polite compliment.

In a sense, it felt much more "interactive" than praying to the Candlemaster.

Priests never received a response from the Candlemaster during their daily prayers. Essentially, it was not much different from clocking in and out at work. After punching in, it was only normal for the punch clock to respond as usual.

You couldn't exactly expect the punch clock to gain sentience and suddenly say to you in a booming voice, "Good morning, Night City!"

But he could hope for that kind of reaction from the Lord of Scales and Feathers.

"Good morning, Night City!"

The Lord of Scales and Feathers shouted energetically in Iver's mind.

"What do you mean, Night City..."

Iver kept his eyes closed and complained inwardly.

"Tsk."

The Lord of Scales and Feathers clicked his tongue. "Once you go kill the Ring