Amtea, holding his wine goblet and proudly riding his skateboard, sped away, leaving behind envious and jealous stares from the Goddess of Wine followers.
His face was full of pride, as if he were showing off his new toy.
Owen watched, sweating nervously.
Amtea had used a speed spell on the skateboard's wheels, making it as fast as a motorbike.
"Be careful!" Owen called after him. "Don't crash!"
A skateboard was still a vehicle, after all, and Owen didn't want to be responsible for any accidents.
"Envoy!" Grand Archpriest Emil approached with a sorrowful expression on his face.
"What's wrong? Did someone upset you?" Owen asked, surprised. He had never seen Emil like this before.
"Is it something I did? Was my wine not as good as Amtea's? Or was my singing not loud enough when I led everyone?" Emil asked with a hint of frustration. "Why did you only give him such a magical gift?"