He adjusted his collar, looking in the full-length mirror with some satisfaction as he straightened his tie.
"Welcome to Regensburg, guests," the pre-recorded message blared tirelessly through the mechanical loudspeaker at the station, offering a disingenuous greeting to the newly arrived.
He scoffed. Damn false god worshippers.
Sarlas watched the man walk past him, his instincts screaming to slaughter en masse on the spot.
But reason reminded him that it was not yet time. He was here on Church orders to kill the last scion of a certain family.
"That old thing has been hunted down; only their granddaughter remains. Go, find her, hunt her, bring her head back, and offer it to our great god!"
Remembering the Archbishop's command, Sarlas, acting as the agent, could only endure—for after this was done, he vowed to hunt down more false god worshippers and sacrifice their souls to our Lord.
