"Prince Xolotl, by the Divine King's decree, from today onward, you will have full authority over the specific negotiations with Yodzocahi!..."
"The Main God is merciful, and will grant the schools of lost fish one chance to return to the proper path! Tomorrow, have every Alliance envoy who has taken part in negotiations come to see me!"
"Yes! As you command!"
"May the Main God bless us!..."
"Yes!..."
The Sun slanted westward. Chief Intelligence Officer Shadow Dagger, his expression respectful, took his leave from Xolotl's great tent. This great tent of the "Prophet," hung with profound rune banners, had already become the place with the strongest "mystical color" in the entire military camp. And as the "Prophet" to the nobles and Samurai, draped in this layer of divinity, Xolotl's words and actions had likewise been affected, drawing ever closer to those of his grandfather in the past.
August on the Mexico plateau was the hottest, most stifling time of the year. Yet Xolotl still wore a full set of black priestly robes, with the heavy Obsidian Feather Crown on his head, and even the Turquoise ornaments on his body hung neat and orderly!
This awe-inspiring attire of a Priest Elder was the first layer of divinity upon him. And that indifferent, distant expression of his, his face without the slightest ripple, was the second layer of divinity.
The source of all faith needs the beautification and imagination born from distance... Gods and men cannot stand too close together... Since I have chosen "divinity," I must display a "divine bearing"!...
At this thought, Xolotl lowered his eyes, understanding his grandfather more and more. Many times, once the shell shaped by environment and status was fitted onto a person, it forced that person to become the shape inside the shell. And after