The Lake of a Thousand Lakes was a land of beautiful mountains, rivers, and lush aquatic plants.
From above, its chain of lakes looked like a mirror shattered by a god, its pieces scattered across the vast earth.
Now ambition and hatred filled it all.
Lady Deepwinter ignored the Perkins Family members who had come to greet her. She gazed into the distance and caught a scent on the air.
"The stench of chaos..."
As the war at the Lake of a Thousand Lakes dragged on, more and more factions were drawn in. Even the Holy Knights had not escaped. The Chaos Cult was clearly at work.
With the gods out of contact, the powers that maintained order were gone, and chaos was rising.
The Chaos Cult worshipped gods of its own, but its followers did not care about them. All they cared about was spreading chaos.
Lady Deepwinter turned back to the Perkins Family and the group of believers approaching from afar.
"And you are?"
The Perkins Family noticed them too. They set aside the pleasantries and looked over.
A bishop wearing two gold bands across his chest led the believers to Lady Deepwinter and bowed.
"I am Rael Avery, Archbishop of the Wealth Church in the Lake of a Thousand Lakes. The Church will support the Holy Son in everything he does here."
Lady Deepwinter smiled, like frost melting.
It seemed helping little Annan hold down Commercial Street to repay him would be easier than I'd thought...
Perhaps I should add a personal touch and give little Annan a surprise?
Siltovis.
In front of Innocent City Station, Olmedo joined the City Lord of Siltovis, its nobles, and the delegations for a grand opening ceremony.
Annan was absent, thanks to damned protocol—the Empire's Ceremonial Affairs Department insisted that