Captain Kent's stern expression told Frenster that this was yet another less-than-pleasant conversation. Such a look would usually only appear on the resolute face of the Corps Commander of the Thunderhorse Knights when he encountered thorny issues, which made Frenster feel quite displeased. It seemed his rare good mood might be coming to an end, but if he was not the one to shoulder this responsibility, then who else could carry this burden?
"Captain Kent has seen the Archbishop!" Adhering strictly to knightly etiquette, Kent, with a brisk step, approached and respectfully placed his hand over his heart in greeting.
"Mr. Kent, please, take a seat here." The faint smile, clear and distinct as if branded into Kent's tranquil heart, washed him with a sense of ethereal cleansing. His already substantial admiration for the Archbishop, who was very likely to become the next Pope, increased by leaps and bounds. All Kent could feel was respect.
