Sylvester hated one thing the most. It was uncertainty that arose during his plans. The appearance of the ten Anti-Light followers was one such uncertainty, as he didn't know what they would do if he rejected their help.
'I see what they're doing. Just like me, they wish to win over the hearts of these people by showing how caring they are.' Sylvester ascertained from the scents he felt.
"Why is Anti-Light so gracious today? Aren't we your mortal enemies?" Sylvester asked them.
The short Anti-Light follower nodded in agreement, not hiding his hostilities. "Yes, you are correct in that assumption, priest. But we see the people's misery here as a more pressing matter than our animosity. The Grand Duke of the Patch has inflicted unspeakable harm on these people, and we wish to stop it."
