Below, the election was still proceeding in earnest.
Under "Order's gaze," everyone was diligently playing their part.
Wukongjia took a nap. When he woke and looked up, he found that the meeting was still going on, and could not help laughing:
"In the past, we at least kept up appearances. We'd manipulate things behind the scenes, back a candidate, then go through the motions of procedural justice. I remember being sent on a mission when I was young to manufacture a divine edict for a candidate in a small church.
"Heh, there was no helping it. There were always fools who believed that stuff.
"What you're doing now is a little too simple. It's like watching someone perform a one-man play. Isn't it dull?"
Kallen shook his head. "No, quite the opposite. I find it very interesting."
Wukongjia asked, "Enjoying the lingering pleasure of Order's overwhelming power?"
"I can't deny that that's part of it."
"And the main reason?"
"Mainly... I'd be happy to see this happen in any church other than the Order God Church."
"Hey, I may be your teacher, but I'm not interested in testing the strength of your faith. You don't need to talk to me like that."
"You think it's a platitude because it's too correct?"
"What else would it be?"
"But I really do take simple pleasure in it."
"I have a feeling that if you really become High Priest someday, your attitude toward the Order Temple will be the same as the current High Priest's."
Perhaps because Wukongjia was such an unusual person, Kallen made no further attempt to conceal it. He nodded and said:
"Probably."
"But he's Tyranus's inheritor. There are special reasons he could go this far. What makes you think you can, too?"
"Things only get done when people do