The full-scale modernization plan had finally been approved. After what felt like ages of tedious waiting and subtle negotiations, all three of the high priests had officially given their consent.
Honestly, I didn't think it would happen this fast. To my surprise, it had only taken them three days—just three fucking days—for them to send in their formal letters of approval.
That was faster than anything I had anticipated.
"Good," I muttered to myself, crossing my arms with a sense of satisfaction swelling in my chest. "Now there's only one last thing to handle."
I had to reach out to the engineering department at Leonamon. I'd make them handle the design of the roads, the districts, and every single part of the Holy City's infrastructure. My instructions were simple. It was to transform it. I wanted a city reborn to a modern, structured, and efficient city. Especially the roads. The city needed to breathe like a living organism, and its veins—the roads—had to be perfect.
