Chapter 147
Everyone is twitchy on the run over to the Sacred Thunder Sect, paranoid at the idea they might be attacked and looted. Even the reassurance that they’re safe with us and Mica, one of the few Immortals in this world, isn’t enough to calm their nerves.
In the end, Mica threatens to confiscate their creations if they don’t shut up about them, and that’s enough to remind them that nobody knows yet that they’ve got valuables.
The Sect’s surroundings are even more packed than we feared. Thousands of Dragon Clergy, over a hundred different Sects, many who seem to have brought their entire Inner Court with them, plus tens of thousands of nobles from the surrounding countries, are all here to celebrate.
"Karl, I hate to ask this now, but you made a Royal Robe for Mica, didn’t you?"
He laughs at my seriously belated realization that this is a formal affair. "Yes, though the totem insists hers is different. It seems the exact design is individual, and I find out what it is when I start creating."
"Let’s change before anyone spots us then."
Mica’s robes are a layer lighter than mine. Black then gold base layers, with folded green and then white over the top of them. Green makes up the collar, mantle and tassel, with the expected gold chains, but blue and white Jade stones are called for this time. I’m not sure how the colour code is determined, but it looks pretty good.
Everyone’s startled when the three of us reappear in our full Royal Regalia after Karl finishes enchanting Mica’s new outfit.
"Well, do you like it? High Priestess Mica looks amazing, right?" I smile, patting her on the back.
"It’s stunning. The ancient Royal Robes before my very eyes" Michelle sighs.
"Lead the way, High Priestess. You’re the guest of honour at this event." I gently shove Mica forward and notice she’s gliding above the ground instead of stumbling. How very elegant these robes make you.