On the second day of voting, Binn led Rose aboard the ship hotel.
Rose currently ranked 132nd with 5.32 million votes. Just a few days ago, Binn would never have dared dream of a result like that.
But now, with the top hundred looking almost within reach, his ambitions were growing.
Rose was "only" 250,000 votes behind the contestant in hundredth place. He had to think of something...
But the competition was already over. Unless he got Rose to take Annan as his godfather, then persuaded everyone in Free City to vote for him, Binn couldn't think of any way to get Rose more votes.
Wait. Everyone in Free City voting for Rose?
The outline of an idea began to form in Binn's mind.
As usual, Priest Orlando walked among the shacks on the Outskirts of Free City, helping the suffering Lambs who had once been homeless and displaced before the Holy Son saved them.
He faintly heard a Holy Hymn drifting over from somewhere in the distance.
Was the Choir meeting today?
With that thought, Priest Orlando headed toward the singing.
A crowd of residents stood three or four deep at the junction between the shacks.
Priest Orlando couldn't see a thing. He could only hear a child singing from within the crowd. Strangely, there was only one young voice.
Had a Choirboy come to teach on his own?
Pleased, Priest Orlando stood outside the crowd and listened quietly.
Gradually, he closed his eyes. It felt as though he had returned to five years ago, before the Year of Turmoil, when they had still lived beneath Lady's radiance...
When the Holy Hymn ended, Priest Orlando opened his eyes. At some point, the crowd ahead had parted to reveal a little boy standing in their midst.
He was the