As the fate of the realm remained uncertain, the heavens seemed to drench the lands as a reminder of the suddenness of nature. Uncommon to the barren lands, the rain began and never ceased.
"I've never seen this much rain here in my life before," Felix muttered as he brought Sylvester to the Count's castle. "And father has gone to meet some traders at this hour. That fool, an Archbishop from the Holy Land, has come, and he dares not show respect. Max, you should just slay him for his insolence."
"..."
"He's your father, Felix."
"So what? I do not want to be called a kinslayer, so I would prefer you kill that worthless waste." Felix never restrained his tongue.
Knock! Knock!
The door opened, and a knight entered. "Your Grace, a few people have come to the castle to see you and ask for your blessing. They say the Holy Land is too distant for them to afford a pilgrimage, so they wish to be blessed by you."
