Sylvester finished his meal and prepared to move out as soon as the twenty-five men platoon reached him. He just wished to reach the Count's land as soon as possible because if they mobilised their armies before he reached, it would become tough to convince them to move back. Nor would they give him time to find the real culprit.
"Sir Dolorem, let's take a walk," Sylvester called the old man along. Thankfully, this time Lady Aurora didn't go along, nor did Gabriel or Felix.
Sylvester and Sir Dolorem walked around the town as they talked about little things. The people would, however, from time to time, pray to him and ask for a blessing. Some would even bring their newborns.
Sir Dolorem chuckled, seeing all that. "The only difference between the holy father and you right now is in age and strength. Rest is all the same… people pray to you just as they'd do to the Pope."
