Fire-Haired Devotees Who Caught the Undead's Attention

William glanced at Spencer. His cousin poured him another glass of wine, then stuffed the flask into his hands. "I need to keep an eye on the Undead. The people from Faerûn are too complicated.

"I thought the churches coming this time would at least belong to the Good Alignment?

"How could there be such strange beings!

"This is truly the first time I've seen people dressed even more revealingly than those unnatural ladies among the Undead. And hundreds of thousands of people whistled at her, yet she could still look so proud!

"Your Majesty, once you've calmed down, get to work!

"I'm really worried something will happen."

"That was a priestess of the red-haired lady—the human Love Goddess of Faerûn." William glanced over, then froze for a moment. "That lady has always only cared about matters of love. Is there a Love Goddess here?"

"She has remained in her own territory and hasn't come out, but she is indeed here. Every race has them," Spencer said helplessly. "Didn't you see the map Hill sent last time? The one on the other side of the Red Knight."

"She was too quiet. I didn't notice her." William sounded unconcerned. "Seeing those two words those days annoyed me. Why were there so many love affairs, grudges, and partings? Wouldn't it be better to be rational?"

Spencer studied his lord carefully and realized that William genuinely thought so.

Even he knew that if everything were ruled by reason, it wouldn't be called love. It would be called a political marriage.

Spencer considered it for a while and decided to set the matter aside. William would become one of the Gods eventually. Once he had lived long enough, there would surely come a day when he learned his lesson. Spencer only needed to wait