There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Chapter 425. For The Future

"All of them, huh..."

Zein leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, observing the priests’ and the templars’ sparkling eyes. He had an idea of where this suspicious reaction came from.

"Did the Goddess say something?"

Instantly, the already sparkling eyes of the priests brightened up even more. "Yes, Sir!" they replied simultaneously.

"The Goddess told us that we should listen to you," Agatha said with a smile. "She will not appoint new Saintess unless we do so."

Zein raised his brow. "Appoint new Saintess?"

The priests nodded with a solemn look. That was drastic, but then again...it was already proven that the previous Saintess lacked the grace and emotional maturity of someone bearing the title of a Saintess.

Hell, even Elena acted more ’saintly’ than her.

"I guess Frejya did talk to your Goddess."

The priests flinched at Zein’s casual mention of the Goddess’s name. But their curiosity exceeded their caution, because the younger priest leaned forward and asked in a lower voice. "It’s...it’s true, then, Sir? That you...went to Northern Alliance to talk with Lady Frejya?"

Zein wasn’t one to brag, usually, but in this case, he saw the need to put his position above the Temple Management, even if he wasn’t a Saint.

"She invited me over," Zein said nonchalantly, as if being invited by a deity was just a casual Friday.

"Oh..." the priests sighed in admiration. They had never ’talked’ with the Goddess, who was somewhat detached. She only announced her decree through the Medium once in a while--and by once in a while, sometimes they would hear nothing from Her for years.

They told Zein about this, and he wondered if this was why the Temple management and the Elders had free reign over the Temple of Mago, unlike in the Temple of Frejya where the Goddess frequently possessed the Medium and talked to the high priests. She even let Elena play in the Sky Garden.

Perhaps it was a difference in personality, or perhaps this Goddess wasn’t so attached to Earth unlike Frejya. From what Zein understood, these deities watched over several dimensions after all.

If he had to guess...maybe Mago couldn’t be bothered to give detailed instructions of what the staff of Temple should do. As Frejya had said, the deities were not rulers--they were only there to give the humans tools to combat the miasma.

And now that detailed ’instructions’ came in the shape of Zein’s demands, she took it as a chance to say ’yes, that--I want you to do just that’ and left again.

Zein shook his head. Thinking about the whim of Celestial Beings was a useless thing to do.

"Alright. Are you only here to inform me of that?" Zein tilted his head slightly. Surely they could do it through a simple phone call, couldn’t they? "Or do you need some verbal and written statement from me that I accept your apology?"

"Ah, about that..." the male priest pressed his lips nervously before speaking again. "We...would need a written statement in a magic scroll with your blood stamp on it, would that...be alright?"

Was it so the Goddess could know if the statement was truly from him? Well, he had no qualms about shedding a drop of blood, so he nodded.

"Ah, but that’s not what we come here for, Sir," the female priest, Agatha, glanced at one of the templars, who immediately put a stack of documents on the table between them. "Certainly, we didn’t think you would agree without reviewing what we had planned to do to follow your demands."

"Of course," Zein nodded. "I won’t write the statement without a proper contract."

What being around Radia had taught him was to never make a deal without a proper contract.

He was rather surprised, however, seeing the stack of documents. Did they make this in such a short amount of time? It had only been a little more than a week between their previous meetings.

Seeing the inquisitive look on Zein’s face, Agatha explained with a wry smile. "There are people inside who already thinking of a change," she looked at the documents and caressed the top one. "We just...couldn’t put it out before."

Ah...

So, just like Celestia, no tree was completely rotten, especially if it was established with good intentions. There would always be a budding sprout hidden in the shade of the old foliage, waiting for a chance when the sunlight would properly shine upon it, giving it a chance to grow.

"We tried to incorporate your demand into the existing...proposals," she continued. "We hope you will peruse them and provide us with some advice, Sir Ishtera."