Savine didn't show it, but she was definitely mad inside. People like these were the reason why the people's trust in religion tended to fall so hard.
If she couldn't give him at least a piece of her mind, then it was better to just die. Besides, Savine knew the fat fuck was not the one of importance in this meeting. It was the woman, who was briefly stunned by Savine's sharp tongue.
Savine continued to observe her.
Eliseline was looking down, deep in thought. Perhaps she was wondering if the situation was still salvageable. She glanced at the bishop beside him, noticed the veins popping out on his veins, and sighed.
On the other hand, the bishop was near explosion. The fact that he hadn't yet jumped on Savine was a miracle in and of itself.
'Though… it's debatable if he'll be able to survive the jump. I'm sure his heart wouldn't be able to handle it.'
