One day was spent in a daze from the hangover; another was filled with unease. It was not until three days after the night of drinking that Priest Mekate received the formal royal decree, entrusting him with the full responsibility of negotiating the surrender of the Black Serpent. The trusted aide responsible for delivering the order also brought a message from Your Majesty to forget the complaints heard that night, pretending nothing had happened.
Only then did Priest Mekate breathe a long sigh of relief, feeling as though he had run around on the edge of an endless Black Abyss, unexpectedly returning alive.
"Chief Divine protect us! Being in the company of Your Majesty... feels just like accompanying a Jaguar in the jungle!"
