"I shall be the God of Truth!"
As Abner's declaration rang out, the nine Asmoros knelt once more and spoke in unison:
"Praise you! Praise you!"
"You are the Emperor of Knowledge, the Source of Wisdom;
"You are the King of Fate, the Lord of Secrets;
"You are the great God of Truth!"
With those words of praise, the nine Asmoros gave themselves wholly to the God of Truth and became Abner's believers.
The knowledge their race had accumulated over tens of thousands of years flowed onto the endless shelves of the Different Canon, enriching his Divine Kingdom.
Though Abner called himself the Emperor of Knowledge and claimed that any knowledge he wanted would naturally surface, that was his own Authority.
If his believers held rituals to ask for help in the future, he could hardly use his Authority to retrieve the right knowledge for each of them himself. That would be far too much trouble...
That made the Asmoros' accumulated knowledge all the more valuable.
Besides, the nine Asmoros had merged into his Divine Kingdom and become part of the Different Canon. They now served as Holy Spirits, sparing him the embarrassment of being a god with no one to serve him.
All in all, Abner was quite pleased with the God of Knowledge and Wisdom's gift and blessing.
Watching the Asmoros, each in the form of a beautiful woman, swiftly take up their posts and keep his Divine Kingdom running, Abner sat on his throne, now back to its normal size, and turned his gaze to the three Sages: Bernadette, Cattleya, and Yaluolan.
"Thank you... Without your help, I would have struggled to survive the first onslaught of that chaotic Divinity."
Yaluolan brushed back her long silver hair and replied with a smile, "You don't need to be