Chapter 290: Mynasha In Orcish, I replied, “You don’t look that special either. What makes you think you can become the Supreme Cleric?” Mynasha winced, realizing I could understand her, but recovered immediately.Glasha cackled a soft laugh at Mynasha’s surprise. “I have been teaching the Telhian our language. He is actually a remarkably quick learner.” She winked at Mateo. “The others are quick at other things. The elf already speaks our language passably.”Cleric Mynasha settled back in her chair, appraising us one at a time with fresh eyes. Mateo slouched in his chair, and Benito just looked confused since he couldn’t understand anything. Blaze had retired for the evening, thinking the cleric wouldn’t show tonight—he would owe Benito a large copper in the morning. Raelia had a shadow of distrust on her face.Mynasha straightened, a confidence radiating from her. “I am the most powerful cleric of my generation,” she said, her voice edged with pride. “But unlike the others who covet the title of Supreme for prestige and influence, I care about the people—their safety, their future.” Her words rang with genuine conviction.Glasha hissed through her teeth, “I’ve told you time and again—it’s about more than power and conviction, girl. You have to win over the Elders, and most of them already have their favorites.” She gestured toward me with a sharp tilt of her head. “This one can serve as your First and accompany you to the Choosing. I’ve watched him closely—he’s more than capable. Maybe even more so than the warlords backing the other candidates.”“He is not a warlord; they wouldn’t allow him at the Choosing,” Mynasha said doubtfully.Glasha waved her off and said, “There is precedent in the past. (...)