บท 224: New Servants

I take a step towards the two squeamish teens, put an index finger under their chins, and raise their heads to force them to look up at my towering forms. They flinch instinctively upon my touch, but through sheer willpower, they don't back away. Nice. At least they have some backbone.

"Do you swear on the Goddess' name, facing the threat of eternal damnation, that you will never act against me or my lovers and other allies as long as you are treated with the respect a servant deserves?" I ask in an authoritative tone.

I'm honestly getting a bit tired of using the Goddess as a form of ensuring the truthfulness of those I don't trust, but what can I do? All citizens revere her at least to a degree, so my method is pretty reliable, especially when dealing with such simple people. I wouldn't trust the word of a noble for example, no matter whose name he swore his words under.