Ivette excitedly imagined what the future would look like, then pulled the quilt tighter around herself with renewed vigor and decided to sleep a little longer.
Unfortunately, less than ten minutes later, Frost Hua entered the room. Looking at the chestnut-haired girl lying in bed with only her head exposed, she said, "Grandmaster, I told Esviya about you."
Why was the timing always so bad? Why did things always come up when I was least motivated? Ivette thought.
She reluctantly climbed out of bed, stirring up a wave of warmth as she threw back the covers. "What did he say?"
Spreading the Silver Witch Church through the Snow Kingdom naturally meant she could not bypass the kingdom's High Prophet. After all, he was the Snow Kingdom's spiritual leader.
Still, Ivette thought he seemed decent. Mainly because, despite holding such a position, Frost Hua had ordered the Snow Emperor Temple not to interfere with secular Divine Authority, and this High Prophet had actually managed to endure it.
In the past, the Ancestral Rite Society had theoretically been subordinate to the Snow Emperor Temple. It was responsible for training shamans and priests, traveling to settlements to perform divine arts, and serving simultaneously as priests, healers, exorcists, and guardians. But because the Snow Emperor Temple did not interfere in secular affairs, the Ancestral Rite Society gradually became deeply entwined with the clans' interests. Later, when the Snow Emperor Temple wanted to issue orders to the Ancestral Rite Society, it became rather difficult.
They did not openly resist, of course. But if they obeyed in public while defying orders in private, what could anyone do about it?
After all, following the Snow Emperor Temple meant serving the people, while following the four great clans meant living in luxury.
So Ivette had asked Frost Hua