What a pity that Padric's fool isn't here, otherwise he would surely be so disgusted by this fake smile that he'd vomit right on the spot with a loud "wow".
As for those Blood Servants from the Colin Duchy...
They obviously didn't see it, and even if they did, they'd pretend they hadn't.
After all, for them, Miss Vivian's mood is clearly more important than that Lord Bayele, who nobody knows where he is.
"Rest assured as you recuperate, the Divine will protect you."
She made a vague diagonal cross on her chest, while the little person in her heart was rolling around wildly, letting out a mischievous "kuku" laugh.
Praise more.
Didn't you have enough to eat? Louder!
Being surrounded and gazed at with awe by Mortals like ants felt even more exhilarating than drinking Minotaur Blood of the super A-level!
A barely noticeable indulgent smile hung on Vivian's lips as she soaked in the worship and adoration of the believers, occasionally waving and smiling.
