At that moment, Sylvester felt like gutting himself and just dying right there. 'I could have been a prince? What madness is this? Why am I slaving myself for the church?'
His hate for the church increased manifolds in an instant. He could have been a rich fat lord at this stage, but no, here he was, singing like a Disney princess but instead of birds and animals, religious fanatics get attracted.
"And what did the Holy Father say?" He inquired.
Sir Dolorem shrugged. "That, I don't know. This matter only came once when I was in a planning meeting with the Lord Inquisitor. Most likely, the king was turned down, as you are far more valuable to the faith than a minor kingdom in Sol.
