The newly initiated Dream Apprentice, Bethel, followed Truman back to the Dream Territory.
"Has Sasrir told you anything about me?" Truman asked Bethel.
Even now, Bethel still felt dazed. His usually impassive expression was almost beginning to crack.
Being granted a surname by the Lord was already an unimaginable honor. Now an Angel had taken him on as a student. His life felt like a dream.
"Your Highness... Teacher, you are the strongest Angel under the Lord, the embodiment of Dream in this world, the quiet light in a mad world..."
"Stop!" Truman's mouth twitched. Hearing words like that in prayers was fine, but being praised to his face was truly awkward. It made him feel uncomfortable all over.
"I asked why Sasrir recommended you to me."
"Oh..." Bethel immediately realized he'd misunderstood the point. He tried to explain, but then faltered. "...I don't know either."
"Uh..." Sasrir had simply wanted to foist this Apprentice on him.
"Right, have you read First Light of Fire and The Twins?"
"They're both history books compiled by certain scholars in the divine kingdom. Honestly, they're badly organized, and they include all sorts of unreliable legends. They're long and tedious."
But it couldn't be denied that they recorded plenty of information about the Ancient God factions, at least on the surface.
"Uh..." Those clear, azure eyes twitched, and his face grew slightly embarrassed.
"Teacher, my father and I compiled those two books."
Oh? Truman was surprised.
"No wonder Sasrir recommended you to me." Truman nodded calmly, completely forgetting his earlier criticism of the two books.
"Then compile a list of the figures among the Ancient God races who are Demi-gods or higher, along with their relationships," Truman ordered. That was how Apprentices of all kinds were used.
Writing a story required all the records