Olivia's golden-amber eyes blinked slowly as Viktor's words registered. Her lips parted, confusion etched across her delicate features.
After waking up from that weird dream, she felt pretty skeptical and on guard, but for a few days, it didn't bother her too much since Lord ViKtor was swamped with his town planning.
Plus, being told about his multiple wives made it seem less like a big deal since polygamy was totally normal for nobles.
"Help you? I... I don't understand, my lord. What kind of ritual—"
Then her eyes widened.
A memory surfaced. Sharp and clear.
Three days ago, in the temple's private chamber. Viktor had called her aside after the evening prayers. His voice had been gentle but firm as he'd explained something about maintaining divine energy. About how priestesses in the old faith had served their apostles through specific rituals.
