After Solomon White woke up the next morning, an idea entered his mind.
He had slept on the floor of his tent the last night. The pink clouds had provided him with a decent amount of cushioning, which gave him a good sleep.
However, sleeping on the floor still felt barbaric. Not to mention, unappealing. So he decided to further test the powers of the cloud-like realm.
At first, he made his way over to the far end of the tent and began to focus on the pink clouds that hovered on the ground.
To his surprise, he found that he was able to shape them, simply using his hands and intentions.
Interesting. With this, I should be able to create a bed out of the clouds.
I'm sure Princess Lucy would find it a soft place to lay...
The previous day, Solomon had read up on the fundamentals of magic that existed within this foreign world.
From this book, he had discovered that the magic system was linked to veins that existed in every human's body.
There was an unknown number of these veins, ranging from elemental veins to conceptual veins.
In order to access these veins, one had to dedicate their worship and beliefs towards the gods that owned this vein. The stronger your connection and spiritual growth with god, the more you can utilise this power.
Many dangers and unknowns came with this, too many for Solomon to go over at the moment. So for now, he decided to continue increasing his knowledge before entering the world of magic.
After all, he already had enough powers of his own.
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A few moments later, he had finished the construction of the king-sized bed made from pink clouds.
Solomon tested the softness of the bed, lying atop it. His body sank into its material with ease.
Good enough.
With that, he exited the tent and made his way out into the streets of Redsham.
He returned to the small tavern owned by the milf, and once inside, her eyes locked on him instantly as he sat at a table.
"How lucky am I to have such a handsome man dine at our tavern twice." The milf said as she made her way over, hips swaying side to side.
Solomon scratched at his white hair.
Is it possible for me to come here and just have a meal?
His negative thoughts were wiped away when the milf prepared breakfast for him, telling him that it was "on the house" as he had helped her out the day before.
Solomon showed his gratitude for the meal and tucked in.
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After his meal, Solomon left the tavern with a destination in mind.
Since he planned on forming his own religion and had already started planting the seed in order to make that happen, it was important for him to study the other religions of this foreign world.
And he would start with the Kingdom of Olaria, where he was located.
At the centre of Redsham City was a giant temple, whose spires stretched into the skies.
From outside of its double doors, he could hear the sounds of a beautiful choir singing.
On the face of the temple was the symbol of a heart, and outside was a statue of a woman dressed in flowing robes, holding a human heart in her hand, with a wound going through her chest.
Is this the goddess worshipped by the Kingdom?
...
I wonder what vein she is connected to.
To learn more information, Solomon headed inside the temple quietly.
No one seemed to notice a new worshipper entering the temple. They were too focused on the choir singing atop the stage.
In the rows of stands were many believers with their heads lifted up to a heart symbol etched onto the ceiling of the temple.
They seemed to be praying.
That confirms it. The god worshipped in the Kingdom of Olaria is related to hearts somehow.
Or at least one of the gods worshipped...
Solomon White made his way into an empty seat, prepared to watch the rest of the ceremony.
But then he noticed something.
In the front row of the stands sat a familiar figure.
She was shoulder to shoulder with other nobles, clearly attending the service as a family.
Her orange hair hung in luscious curls. She was dressed in a black dress and wore white fashionable gloves over her hands.
Out of all the people at the ceremony, she was the one who seemed most sceptical about offering her prayers to the heart symbol.
Princess Lucy. The princess was attending worship with her family, and she seemed to be saving her devotion for someone else.
Could it be that she didn't wish to anger The Clown, who was also the god of information?
Solomon found himself fascinated by this. He wanted to stay and watch the way the woman interacted with the world around her, but couldn't afford to.
If she managed to catch a glance of him, she would think that a true god had descended upon their world.
For now, he had to leave.
He rose from the stands and made his way out of the temple and back into the streets of Redsham.
He would have to find another way to gather information.
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Lucy Windelle travelled back from the worship ceremony in a chariot.
On either side of her were her two sisters, Princess Patricia, the oldest daughter, and Princess Zoela, the middle daughter.
Opposite them were their mother and father.
King Henry and Queen Mary.
King Henry, a bald-headed man with a giant orange beard, took a pull from a cigar and blew the smoke from the chariot window.
He then addressed his youngest daughter.
"Lucy, I have found a man to marry you."
Princess Lucy instantly went still.
The words had come out of nowhere.
Only days before she was complaining about being the only one of her sisters to be single.
She had finally been given what she wanted.
So why did it feel so... wrong?
"O-oh..." Lucy stuttered, unsure of what to say.
The King pulled from his cigar again and nodded his head.
"Yes. You'll be married to Prince Godrick of the Valanian Kingdom."
The words felt like a stab in the heart. She almost clutched at her chest.
Prince Godrick. The oldest, and most despicable son of their neighbouring Kingdom. There was no man she would rather marry.
Yet she knew what her father was like. There was no arguing with him without receiving punishment.
So all she could do was nod her head sadly.
"Yes, Father."