"Kallen, are you serious?"
"What else?"
"Some friend you are!"
"One is a friend, the other is my superior, and my superior represents the will of the Church's higher leadership. So between friendship and loyalty to the Church, I choose loyalty."
Mavario choked on his words. For a moment, he could find no rebuttal. He could not make any negative comments about political correctness, because he himself was political correctness.
Kallen sat down in the chair opposite the sofa. Ophelia would need some time to fetch the things. Besides, he was very interested in Mavario's fiancée.
Because this concerned the distribution of power in this district's Whip of Order after Suss left.
"By the way, what's your fiancée's name?"
"Gaspol."
Kallen suddenly found it a little absurd. "The presiding judge?"
Dressed in solemn black clerical robes, sitting upright at the judgment seat, cracking her whip: "Silence!"
Twelve years older...
Mavario was about his age, perhaps only two or three years older.
So adding twelve years to Mavario's age, Presiding Judge Gaspole was not particularly old either, only in her early thirties.
But that attire and that position could make people overlook her age and immediately attach a "label" to her, just like the female heads of discipline at many schools.
Kallen even had to think back carefully before he could roughly picture the details of Presiding Judge Gaspole's appearance.
"She's your fiancée?"
"Didn't I already answer that?"
"If she's transferred here as district chief, that will give me a bit of a headache."
"What do you mean?" Mavario asked with a half-smile.
Kallen had no intention of hiding this from Mavario, because this Divine Son was rather unusual. He longed for friends, longed to be treated as an equal, as a friend. The more "casually" you treated him, the more