After hearing the Whip Bearer's words, Daina immediately put down everything in her hands, not to free them to draw lots, but to clasp them behind her back, lower her head, and retreat two steps, expressing fear and resistance.
To amuse his daughter Ankara, the God of Order had asked her to write the name of any fallen deity on a bookmark.
This story was clearly recorded in the Light of Order.
But Daina knew she was not Ankara. She was only an adopted daughter, and the relationship between her father, the High Priest, and the Whip Bearer was not a conventional, benevolent arrangement for entrusting an orphan to someone's care. She had long had a vague idea of her father's fate.
Besides, Ankara's ending had not been beautiful either.
The High Priest ignored the trembling Daina beside him and instead looked at the Whip Bearer, his gaze profound.
Fudeng remained bowed, motionless.
This was an extremely tense and thrilling exam, but he had come with the answers.
After "confirming" Kallen's identity as a Divine Son, Fudeng had essentially stopped doubting whether this answer was correct.
But the Whip Bearer truly lived up to his title. An ordinary person with the correct answer would have been impatient to hand in the paper, but he had also paid attention to its neatness and formatting, polishing and embellishing it.
After continuing for a short while, the silence was broken by the High Priest.
"Perhaps I should get to know you all over again, Fudeng."
"After following you for so long, I couldn't forgive myself if I hadn't made some progress."
The High Priest said, "I didn't expect you to see this far."
Fudeng: "..."
"I can understand their hesitation and fear. I know they are loyal to me and devout toward Order,