Chapter 229: Harvey and His Impending Death
Catherine frowned. "You're far too full of yourself. What you're saying is practically blasphemy."
Who could hope to bargain with gods? To do so was to place oneself on equal footing with them, and was nothing less than outright sacrilege.
Ambrose shook his head. "No. This isn't arrogance. After everything I've been through, I understand my place more clearly than ever. The elven gods must see that too. That's why they gave you that crucial blessing to help me pass this trial of fate. If that's the case, why not be a little more generous?"
Centuries ago, Ambrose had been nothing more than an insignificant bystander in this world. But ever since the fall of Alkhemia, he had been steadily stepping toward center stage.
Lyon had lifted its bounty on the undead. He had saved the Court of the Silver Moon from annihilation. He had practically sold off Alkhemia itself. He had taken control of the Dreamveil Barrier of the Emerald Dreamwood. And, at just about any time, he could return to the Ragetide Kingdom and assume the identity of Monge Greywater.
Step by steady step, he was closing in on the center of the world. That was why so many gods had begun extending olive branches to him. Even the elven gods had chosen a roundabout way to offer him aid. His moment as a "protagonist" had finally arrived. Who knew when such an opportunity would come again? It only made sense for him to extract as much benefit from it as possible.
Catherine didn't understand where his confidence came from. Even so, she did accede to his request. "I'll pass along your message if I can… though, honestly, even if I warn you that this might incur divine punishment, you won't care, will you?"
"Seems like you really do understand me," Ambrose said with a grin. "Come on. Time to head back."
Naomi transformed into a time dragon once more.