Perhaps Emery's prayer had taken effect, as he opened his eyes he looked at the dark wooden ceiling of the tavern and inn with relief, his heart swelled with such faith in the supposed god of light.
Yes, he would stop being an atheist and become a devotee!
Ironically, he would soon be no longer a bishop, but his faith was superior to that of any cleric now.
"Emery, what are you doing lying there? We were told by the master to come down as we had to feed the horses. A thick female voice rang behind the old wooden door.
"You are not allowed to be lazy today! Our master said today is the big day. Bonfire day!" a softer, feminine voice rang at the door.
Only then did Emery receive the memories of this new body, the acquired faith was broken and burned, and now they were just ashes that flew in the wind, the poor human wanted to scream and curse the god of light.
He just wanted to get back to reality!
