"My lord, as far as I know, the Dark Temple still has no priests..."
After massaging his legs for a while, Verdandi said worriedly, "Not only that, apart from a squad of guards, there aren't even any maids. This is far too careless."
"It doesn't matter. Urd can handle the arrangements. I trust her work."
Russell raised a brow, roughly understanding what was going on.
Skuld poked her head out and added, "But Urd holds several positions at once—the Valkyrie Legion, Apokolips, the arena, and so on. She can't manage everything perfectly at the same time."
"You're right. That makes sense."
Russell had wanted to say that Urd was highly capable and could easily handle it with authority in hand, but Skuld was simply too fierce.
"Since that is the case, my lord, what arrangements do you have for the priests of the Dark Temple? Everyone in the legion would be happy to help Urd shoulder the burden."
Verdandi stared at Russell without blinking, practically volunteering herself for the position.
"I won't bother with such a trivial matter. Urd, make the arrangements yourself. Just choose whoever you consider trustworthy."
"Understood!"
Urd nodded in agreement, then looked at the stunned Skuld and Verdandi with a half-smile. Her meaning was obvious: give it up. She would choose anyone but the two of them.
"My lord, there's no need to trouble Urd. Aren't there two perfect candidates right here?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Where? Why don't I see them?"
Russell asked in confusion, then suddenly realized. "Oh, you mean the two of you. Why not just say so directly? All that beating around the bush had me confused for a moment."
"My lord, you agree?"
Skuld beamed with joy. From Russell's tone, this was in the bag.
"Of course I agree. You two are utterly