A.N. Another day, another chapter.
Chapter 45 - Holy Artifact
The three of them were currently sitting in the back of an aircraft. Rory asked Tyrian who was piloting them, only for Tyrian to reply that they were just another one of their worshipers.
With nothing to do but make small talk, Rory finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
"So... Tyrian. What have you been doing in Vacuo? And can you explain to me why you keep referring to Velvet as one of my followers?"
"Why, it's simple. Salem often has a group of people who fall under her rule every few years or so. This can either take the form of a religion or a monarchy. Either way, it is usually one of her agent's jobs to go out and recruit a large following for her. That's how we provide for ourselves in food and resources."
Huh. Somehow Rory never questioned how they got food in the Grimmlands till now.
"Okay, I get that. But... how am I involved in this?"
"Why, you are our Holy Leader! You serve directly to the Goddess herself, and we serve you."
Holy— So he's the fricking leader of a cult!
"And why has Velvet been unable to look me in the eye since I met her?"
"Eep!" Velvet blushed and turned away once Rory turned to her direction.
"I don't know myself? All I did was give her one of the Holy Artifacts in return for her cooperation."
"Holy... Artifacts?"
"Simple trinkets that were once worn by the Red King - you. They're really great as rewards for the worshipers. In Velvet's case, I gave her one of your old boxers. The really bold ones too."
"MY WHAT!"
Velvet blushed, as she held out a pair of one of Rory's bright red stretchy boxers. Tyrian cackled as Rory blushed and snatched the offending article and stuffed it into his pocket, ignoring Velvet's devastated look.
Oh, God! And Rory just remembered that Watts was provided some material from Tyrian too. How did he even—
Rory chose that moment to decide that this trail of thought was not worth it and that he would forever avoid the topic of this supposed cult.