People always had particular forms of address.
Those forms of address changed with their identity and status.
But no matter how they changed, some titles never had anything to do with humans.
For example: Your Divine Eminence.
That title was reserved for a unique category of beings.
They-or perhaps, more respectfully, those beings-
Were known as gods!
Aitelinna and Nelson stared at the old priest before them, dumbfounded, their gazes instinctively shifting toward the others.
The people who had followed their hearts here.
They saw reverence and traces of fervor on those people's faces.
That fervor was all too familiar to them.
The believers in the Temple all possessed that same fervor.
It was...
Faith!
"R-Ryan, have you become a god?"
Even the sharp-tongued priestess stammered at that moment.
In that instant, countless thoughts ran through her mind.
If Ryan had become a god, then... what about her?
What would happen to her?
Could their contract still be fulfilled?
If it was fulfilled, what heights would she reach?
She had considered that Ryan's goal might be godhood, just as it had been for someone three hundred years ago, but she had never imagined it would happen so quickly.
So quickly that she was caught completely off guard, utterly unprepared.
"I won't forget what I promised you."
Qin Ran walked up to Aitelinna.
With the sunlight now behind him, the priestess still couldn't clearly make out Qin Ran's face, but his promise eased her heart.
Qin Ran might be cold-blooded and merciless, but he valued his promises.
She had known that for a long time.
And so, without the slightest hesitation, she nodded.
Watching Aitelinna nod obediently, Qin Ran smiled.
He appreciated how well she understood her own position.
As for her ambition?
He never worried about it.
Not only could