Sylvester didn't think the world would become all butterflies and rainbows after taking over as Pope. He didn't have any delusions that crimes wouldn't happen—most heinous crimes wouldn't happen. It was human nature to fall into madness, especially when a large group was involved, as the sense of individual responsibility becomes diluted.
As he made his way to the north with his sounds bursting dashes in the sky, his mind was only occupied with thoughts of the people who had suffered the injustice. Sylvester didn't care about two knights or wizards killing each other. But when common people, just trying to live their normal lives earnestly, get harmed for no reason but existing—it boils his blood.
Boom!
