"The filth has been washed. The greedy demons have been quashed."
The words echoed in Sylverster's head again and again. Finally, after some long few months, he sighed in relief. His hard work and mental juggling had finally worked out to his benefit. There came many hindrances along the way and unforeseen situations, but the result was as savoury as possible.
"How many did we get?" Sylvester asked.
Saint Seer finally showed a faint smile. "Four hundred and sixty, Archpriest. It was tough, but with your help, my ears heard even the faintest of the disturbance. I assure you, we are now free of all termites that were hollowing us down."
Sylvester sat down and looked at the rest in his cell. "Thank you for being patient all this time."
"B-But… What did you plan?" Lady Aurora questioned.
Saint Seer looked at Sylvester. "Archpriest, you didn't tell the sixth and the ninth Guardian of Light the plan?!"
