With a broad smile, Ghislain approached Porisco.

Porisco quickly looked away, his mind racing.

"What is this lunatic thinking?"

Ghislain had suddenly made him a "saint" — a male saint who’d supposedly received a revelation from the goddess. The absurdity of it was beyond words. Porisco could even imagine this making it into the history books.

He wanted nothing more than to shout and scold him, to demand an explanation for such a ridiculous stunt. But…

"There… there are too many eyes on us!"

He was stuck. He knew he should deny the whole thing, yet the words wouldn’t come …