Smash!
The crystal wine cup smashed heavily onto the white glazed rock floor, scattering into countless gleaming fragments.
"Crete St. Gregorian!"
The angry roar of Emperor Reinhardt echoed in the empty hall.
"What does Deborah want to accomplish?
Openly killing a cardinal in the Holy Light Cathedral!
This is a contempt for the authority of the church!
A blasphemy against the glory of the Supreme Lord!
She should be... should be..."
At this point, the words "should be burned at the stake" from Emperor Reinhardt's mouth were stuck in his throat.
After all, no one has ever dared to openly declare that they would burn a holy knight at the stake, not even the emperor himself.
When Prince Lexie "killed" his own uncle, the senator of the Imperial Senate, he was merely expelled. Who would dare to actually bring him to justice?
So, now Emperor Reinhardt could only vent his fury on the Westland governor, Crete St. Gregorian.
