God wants people to live in peace. But yet, his time was limited.
The only people he chose did not fully understand all his teachings.
In the end, the war of belief is still raging. It is hopeless when there is nothing to stop.
The suspicion weakens the unity, the darkness arises. As one said: "The light gives hope. The dark reveals truth"
No one wants to be on each other's neck. No sane being betrays its own kind. After all, the desire is the utmost desperate move to survive.
"We cannot disobey her highness's will" - Polwil frowns
"As much as I hate her, she has a point. Those desert folks are not to be trusted fully" - Mawra flips her book
"What makes a man is a worthy fight before lying down motionlessly" - Darvic clenches his fist
"I do not wish to harm the innocent. But if it is unavoidable, then we shall do it fast" - Tiary joins her hands
"You know? I am the stage coach for all four of you. I can hear it all. I am not going to kill that many. Even if they are not with our belief, they are still humans. What I aim is the neck of that certain lord. I knew that man is in that cult" - The princess whips the horses.
"What is your evidence?" - Mawra flips another page
"Have you heard of the missing people? Have you thought about every night how to rip that bastard's throat? Have you heard every scream haunting you at every dream? I have known it all through spies and observation orbs. Not an illusion. Not even imagination would have shown such a barbaric act of spilling blood, torn guts and heads on sticks." - The princess grunts
"Do they know about it?" - Polwil stretches the sling.
"None of the norms knows it, they only see the wagons, prisoners are gagged, cuffed and blinded. Only the loyal soldiers know what are inside the wagon." - The princess grinds her teeth - "We are here now. You better get it done quickly." - As she stops the wagon
The Black Sheep party takes off from the wagon, the same dungeon as the previous time.
There is no sign of those desert folks. Afterall, they know that this location belongs to light seekers' country now.
"See you next week. Remember, your lives are mine. Don't even think about dying in this pathetic dungeon." - As she cuts the strings and rides the horse alone back.
The wagon is filled with necessities: food, torches, water and some short shovels.
The four take whatever they need and not complain a word. Her highness demands it, let get it done quickly
"After a month or two, we still haven't known anything about her holiness nor the cult. I am having a bad feeling about something but I can't scratch it off my head" - Mawra looks around
"Her highness?" - Darvic sighs
"Not her, but something isn't right about her holiness' incident. How could they fight off well armed guards being supported by the daughter of the church? Or was it that they didn't have to fight off the guards in the first place? There were two traitors among the guards?" - Mawra scratches her head
"Nonsense. The guards are properly checked from the background to the mind. There is nothing that you can hide from God's eyes. The traitors among the guards' possibilities are eliminated. My father and I often helped the church around when I was young." - Polwil strokes his chin
"No traitor but how?" - Mawra looks down
"What if they cannot fight what they can't sense? We have the possibility that some people are well talented in shadow blend magic. History has shown us that right?" - Tiary smiles awkwardly
"That could be it. The lost magic knowledge. How could they get it?" - Mawra shines
"Maybe one of the dungeons just gave them such information" - Polwil figures it out.
"Then make haste" - Darvic yawns.