At sunset, the Upper Evil Spirit reluctantly rose from its cushioned couch. It carefully tidied the couch, folding even the bedding at the bottom into neat stacks beside the headboard.
Sergei immediately came over, but instead of speaking, he silently watched the Upper Evil Spirit tidy its couch.
The young man had never seen a god's emissary behave like this.
Although the Upper Evil Spirit was the only divine emissary he had ever met, weren't all the emissaries in biographies and novels lofty, untouchable figures? Making their beds?
Surely that was a joke.
Even fine clothes and lavish meals would fail to satisfy those divine emissaries.
And his own lord?
All he saw was a love of life.
Just look at how meticulously the emissary stacked the bedding.
Other than a love of life...
What better explanation could there be?
Taking a small breath, the young man decided to remember this moment.
And to tell everyone about it.
He believed this deserved to be celebrated and emulated.
"I need to leave."
"I'll leave things here to you."
After touching its bedding once more, the Upper Evil Spirit turned around and spoke.
"Yes, my lord."
"May you return safely."
Sergei bowed.
The surrounding believers bowed as well, including those who had hurried here from the vicinity of Sika Territory to seek refuge. They had all heard of this emissary's deeds, and after witnessing what had just happened, their admiration came from the heart.
With an emissary who loved life so much, how could their god possibly be an evil god?
Slander!
Those people were slandering the god they worshipped!
We must remain steadfast in our faith in our lord.
If anyone spouts nonsense again, we'll make them pay!
Without realizing it, the believers present grew a little firmer in their faith.