"It's a good thing you two didn't tell Oliver about the creature calling Damien the blessed child."
Morgana's voice was calm, but there was a deliberate weight behind it.
Damien blinked. "And why is that?" He glanced sideways at Noah. It had been Noah's idea to leave that detail out in the first place, and he still hadn't fully understood the reason.
"Because the moment that information reaches the wrong ears, your life becomes significantly more complicated," Morgana said, her eyes fixed on Damien. "The temple will come looking for you. They will assign you duties you never asked for, obligations you didn't agree to. And depending on how seriously they take it, they may attempt to bring you to the Holy Region entirely."
Damien straightened. "What? Seriously?"
"Yes." She folded her hands on the desk. "They might start addressing you as a Hero. Or a Lord. Perhaps even a Saint."
