"Welcome back, Saint Seer," Sylvester greeted the bald spymaster of the church, the man he despised the most and yet, could not do anything against. "I hope your visit to the nearby duchies was fruitful."
The Saint Seer, with his keen perception, could not help but detect the air of indifference in Sylvester's voice, an unmistakable sign that any shred of respect he may have once commanded had been forever lost.
Saint Seer knew that the only way to regain Sylvester's respect was through doing a good job whenever he was involved and a tenacious belief that, in due course, such deeds would bring about a meaningful change.
"All matters have been resolved, Archpriest. All spies have been killed. And if anyone is left out, then they are either on the run or laying low. I will keep my ears open for any noise for the next few years. Furthermore, I must say you have outdone yourself yet again. I'm sure any voice of opposition will subside now."
