“Well, if that’s the case, what should I do? I am ignorant and foolish, so I’ll do as you say, Mr. Ter.”
“...You’re just going to do as I say without question? Without your own thoughts and judgment?”
“Yes.”
Isn’t that what faith is all about? Just going with it? Blind obedience?
Anyway, the important thing on my to-do list today is lunch with Mr. Tartar Sauce - that’s my nickname for Tertius, the 6th Apostle. This guy has the unique ability of seeing emotions in color and he’s not exactly subtle about his crush on Adna.
Getting scolded for not knowing something they never bothered to teach me was pretty annoying.
Still, I managed to keep my cool on the outside, putting on the act of a serf too intimidated to show any annoyance.
On my third day at the Order, I was curious about something that happened yesterday. While Elamin was helping me with my fascia, I decided to bring it up.
“Excuse me, do you have a moment? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you...”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“Huh?”
I bowed my head slightly, trying to get around the guy with the melona hair who was blocking my path, but he stepped right in front of me again.
“Could it be the keeper of the treasury god, Horeum?”
“Or perhaps Ophia of Solace?”
His peers, buzzing with theories about families famous for their vast collections of ‘holy relics,’ turned their attention to Athanas.
Athanas had inadvertently overlooked a crucial detail in his plan.
He knew people loved revelations from ‘Valentin’ and wasted time gossiping about love and ruin, but he had no interest in such matters. He found the obsession with these love dramas to be a colossal waste of time.
Unfortunately, ‘Fabio’ wasn’t the type of trash who could just ignore someone who was pouring their heart out.
A character should be consistent in their actions.
Wouldn’t it be odd if the guy who always greeted the village bell ringer with respect suddenly started snubbing people the moment he stepped into the Order?
You didn’t realize you fell asleep?
Seriously, just how tired were you?
Or is waking up just not your strong suit?
This whole scene reminds me of that Athanas meme that took the internet by storm.
“I’ve heard there’s going to be a bloodless ceremony taking place next week during the worship service. It’s said to be bloodless. We could go together, if you’re interested.”
“What are you talking about...”
“I’ve seen it, you know. That necklace you’re desperately trying to keep hidden. It must be a holy relic given to you by the Saint.”
“...Regardless, you’ve realized that I’m terrible at this. So, I guess anyone else would do a better job than me.”
Can’t argue with that.
With the acting skills of a wooden puppet, it’s a given that he’s outperformed by a solid 95% of the population.