"SEEMS like the second prince of Albion actually came here to celebrate the Festival of Creation," Harlequin said leaning on the window of the Pope's study. "I didn't expect Albion would still answer the Temple's invitation after all that mess with that idiot Icelyn."
"It's a political decision. They still doesn't want to tear their face with the Temple," the Pope said while reading the paper he's holding and not looking at Harlequin.
Harlequin just snickered. Because that decision would be useless soon. All the planning they've been doing for the past decade was now coming to fruition. Sooner or later, this world would be put into chaos. He couldn't wait for that to happen.
