Four tailor Clerics, twelve fine-detail Formation Masters, eight rune Clerics, and four material-forging Clerics entered the Cardinal's office in the War Court in two lines, led by a ceremonial Cleric.
The ceremonial Cleric held the newly made High Priest's Clerical Robes.
This robe required the combined efforts of all those Clerics, and any alterations likewise required everyone to be present before the final modification plan could be settled.
Kreid was working. To his left, almost level with him, stood Budalas's desk.
Originally, Budalas's seat had been below his, but sitting above him had made Kreid feel unbearably uncomfortable. In the end, he had simply placed them level with each other, with only the colors of their desks differing.
It had to be said that those who could climb to this position were outstanding figures of their generation. Although Kreid did not know the precise identity or background of the Secretary-General Norton had specially assigned him, he could always vaguely sense a pressure when facing him.
This was, in fact, a real-life version of working alongside a famous historical figure.
Their generation had essentially grown up hearing stories about Budalas. After all, the position of Order as the First God Church, which they took for granted, had been established by Budalas himself.
Budalas raised his head and looked at the new High Priest's robe in the ceremonial Cleric's hands, a trace of reminiscence appearing in his eyes.
Once, that had also been the garment most familiar to him, symbolizing the supreme glory of the Order lineage while also signifying the heaviest responsibility.
Being the High Priest of the Order God Church was the most exhausting job, because barring any accidents... no, even if accidents occurred, anyone who had served as High Priest had to enter the First Knight Order after death,