"Grand Lord,"
People said in unison as Bishop got up; some bowed, some kneeled, while I only looked at him with a smile. He might have become a Grand Lord, but he still hadn't earned my respect for me to bow, much less kneel in front of me.
"Congratulations, Lord Bishop," I said as he appeared in front of me. "Thank you, Grandmaster. I wouldn't have been able to succeed without your help," he said with a clear hint of awkwardness.
I don't think he ever thought he would say such words to me. Hence the awkwardness.
I only smiled; he nodded at me and walked toward the old man Norman and the others; they all were happy, ecstatic. The value of the Grand Lord is huge; his appearance had immediately changed many factors in our direction.
I hope he is not the only Grand Lord we have made till now because I know the Grimm had two here, and there may be more.
