Some time, after we'd eaten and R'lissea brushed my hair, we were back in the passages of the Spire. No matter how many times I passed through them, every door and corridor looked the same to me, but Elise knew exactly where she was going. Maids, servants, and patrolling guards offered us bows and curtseys as we passed, a marked difference from before.
"Almost there. The apostle's room is in this tower," Elise said as we ascended a spiral staircase.
"They're not in the basement? Even though he's a demonkin?" I asked.
Her expression darkened. "I'll be speaking with Grand Duke Barther about that. Even if the church was responsible, this isn't something the Empire should have overlooked."
A man waited outside the apostle's door. Though dressed in simple servant clothes, he couldn't hide the fifth-level aura emanating from his soul.
"Good morning, fair ladies," he said with a low bow.
