"You're full of crazy ideas, Lord Murphy. I need time to think about it. After all, using our object of faith as a tool is something we devout believers need to talk ourselves into."
"I thought we had straightened that out in our last conversation."
Murphy snorted, folded his arms behind his back, and said:
"You all are the shepherds of Avalon and right now, it is your main task to grow your flock as much as possible. Everything else can be discussed later.
Be pragmatic, Natalie.
It will not do harm to you or your faith.
Now, assemble your witch hunters. I will notify you before we officially start our operation in the Andma Hills."
"Hmm."
The president of the Adventurer's Guild nodded and watched as Murphy left.
She returned to her tent and took out the pair of imitation sacred blades Old Finoc gave her, cleaning and maintaining them. She admired these finely crafted killing tools, noticing the reflection of her own eyes in the sharp edges.
