Annan muttered, "As if I don't have any of those..."
"Your Wealth Church believers are all merchants," Olmedo said.
Only wealth could keep them loyal.
"So after all that about him being a Child of God, who's his father?"
Olmedo shook his head. "I don't know."
"Huh?"
"The intelligence gave his identity, but it didn't say which deity his father is."
Annan's eyes lit up. "Maybe we're just scaring ourselves. Maybe his father's like me, just a Godspawn with divinity, uh... a demigod?"
Olmedo cut him down without mercy. "Only someone qualified to claim a divine office is a demigod. At best, you're a 'life-form with divinity.'"
Annan offered a philosophical observation. "Godhood depends on perspective. To an ant, a human is a god. To a farmer, a professional is a god."
"If there were no gods left in the world, why couldn't I be a new one?"
"Then I'll leave Philippen Verick to you, Your Divine Majesty." Olmedo enunciated every word.
"I was joking."
Watching the two of them, Idelia's eyes gradually curved into a smile.
Intelligence on the other King Selection candidates arrived one after another. Among them were a saintess, an heir to one of the Ancient Families, and a lord—the young man with glasses.
Every candidate had one thing in common: they were all young.
The most mysterious was the crazed girl chosen by the Feather King. No one could find any information about her.
Either she had given a false name, or she had never appeared in public before.
"What if we investigate from another angle? She's a little unhinged. If she's ever done anything, there must be rumors."
"That makes sense."
Eldest Sister had Freedom Streets everywhere follow Annan's suggestion. If that failed, they could always get information others had already gathered. Free City