Slave. The cherished toy and the main source of income for the imperial healer. Such a fate can’t seem sweet to someone who grew up an aristocrat surrounded by their own servants. And the path upward from this humiliation to the rank of a priest chosen by Heaven seems impossible.
However… Okatai never forgot spells. He didn’t unleash mighty demons. He could barely hold a sword in his hands. But he always believed that the key to success is a polite conversation. Very polite.