Laine let her go, the Dark Elf lay beside him, her alluring figure evident even beneath the thick quilt.
"Master, you should gather your own followers, you should write letters to have people from different countries, places, and even races become your subjects," Ollica hesitated as she spoke. "The believers of the Lady of the Lake are indeed loyal, but their loyalty may not be to you."
"Master, you cannot rely too heavily on Her Ladyship, the Lady of the Lake. Although it is true that you are her Divine Chosen, but..." Ollica seemed hesitant. After pondering for a moment, she continued with a gentle tone, "Your vassals need to be more loyal to you."
"If you wish, Master, I am willing to help you. I can handle paperwork and other matters, and Duruzi have many ways to ensure the loyalty of your subordinates," Ollica said cautiously, her black hair spread on the pillow like silk.
