Eliseline's grasp loosened considerably.
"Since you know that we're blood-related, why do you still dare to insult him in my face? There were other ways you could confirm our position."
Savine couldn't say that it was because it was satisfying. After all, she was supposed to be emotionless.
"It's my gift to you. A chance."
Eliseline frowned and made a questioning noise.
"Have you heard the saying? Hard times create strong men, strong men create good times, good times create weak men, and weak men create hard times. The current situation in Fest is probably the most difficult. But why is it so? It's because people of the same ilk as the bishop allowed it to happen."
Eliseline's face turned dark instantly. "Don't comment on what you don't know," she growled.
"I am God's Chosen," Savine said. "Think of my words as God's teachings. I'm not lying, after all. The quote and this knowledge, I learned it from God."
"…"
