"Hm..."
Sitting on the wooden bench in Arena six, Naevora mused under her breath as she looked at Brandon, who was comfortably lying on her lap.
"The Holy Church of Rheanne..."
Brandon shifted slightly, finding an even more comfortable position as he rested his head against the soft warmth of her thighs.
"Stop squirming, brat..."
She seemed lost in thought as her fingers absentmindedly ran through his hair.
Her gaze narrowed slightly "Since you are the only man in recorded history to use Ether, it is normal for them to approach you."
"They have a different kind of authority. One that doesn't rely on politics or law... but belief."
"After Government, they have the biggest authority in this planet."
"And now they want to baptize you?"
Looking at her, Brandon nodded his head "Yeah, she said, it is compulsory for me. Did you baptize there, Naevora?"
Naevora tilted her head slightly "Nope, I don't believe in their religion of this Goddess Rheanne Himelle."
