The land of the Holy Church.
In the bedroom reserved for the SAINTESS.
Gloria was biting a handkerchief with her mouth and staring at the projected image on the wall.
This was the first time Myrcella had seen Gloria lose her composure. Usually, even if Gloria acted like a little girl, Myrcella would know that it was the Saintess in disguise.
But now... no matter how Myrcella looked at it, she was acting like a child in a fit of pique. No matter how she looked at it, Myrcella was sincere.
Myrcella was even worried that the handkerchief in her hand would be bitten by her.
“UGH... damn it! Those detestable archbishops always ruin my plans! If I stay in Nolan for another three months,”Gloria whined in a low voice of resentment.
Myrcella did not make any comments. If the archbishops really let Gloria stay in Nolan for three months, the entire heretic court would have fallen apart long ago.
“Lady Gloria, it’s just a performance on the stage. I don’t think you need to care so much.”
