Gunfire erupted, and a three-round burst punctuated the wall behind Minerva with three glaring small holes.
A tug on the bolt ejected the preloaded blank round out of the ejector port, and the gun barrel was once again lifted, aimed directly at Minerva's chest.
"Your Highness, please sit back in your seat, and don't try anything clever. This gun is prone to accidental discharge, and we would be quite troubled if a lady were to be accidentally injured."
The expressionless man spoke in a monotone:
"The Saintly Lady will soon arrive, and we hope the Princess will meet Her with the etiquette befitting a lady."
"Pointing a gun at a woman in the dead of night, forcing her to obey one's commands—that's the behavior of rapists and murderers. When did the Church fall to the same level as scum?"
Facing the gun pointed at her, Minerva showed no fear, her piercing gaze turning towards the armed man.
