Sylvester got on his horse and headed towards the Inquisitor's camp. Though on his way, his mind went into an overdrive of thoughts. Thankfully, Frost, the horse, was an intelligent boy and knew the path.
'After doing this, I should not have to worry about a rogue Saint Seer. I can rest slightly easier for mum now. As for the Pope, this is even better. The more guilty he feels, the more he will have to do to appease me. This means more olive branches, which I really need right now.'
Of course, Sylvester planned things to turn to his advantage if he was taking a risk big enough to expose Saint Seer. But he had to do it quickly as he didn't want to take any chances with Xavia's life.
'As long as this investigation does well, I should be able to get at least two seats in the Supreme Council. But sadly, out of thirty-two, a big twenty had rejected me. So I will either have to kill them or intimidate them.'
