"Tell me, o saint, what is that you want?" – asked Phantasia.
"Greetings, your majesty." – said the cat beastwoman.
"I'm the representee of the church."
"And I've came here to disuses something regarding the new temple."
"Oh? Enlighten me." – said Phantasia.
"Very well." – said the saint.
"As you know, our temple is one dedicated to our god."
"A god that want to bless your entire nation."
"With their blessing, your nation will grow and evolve."
"However, we need to have a token of your loyalty to be presented."
"…"
"And what that token shall be?" – asked Phantasia.
"A donation." – said the saint.
"Our god demands a temple to be build."
"A mighty one!"
"No! I mightiest one!"
"A one that will show our and yours loyalty!"
"In return, our god promises to bless you and your land."
(So a better future?) – thought Phantasia as the system window appeared.
(Well, it does seems like a good d-)
"…"
"The hell is this?" – said Phantasia as he stared at the price.
