"To be honest," Merlin said expressionlessly to An Su, "I don't know either. Ever since you made me throw together those questions, the Association hasn't let me be an examiner anymore."
"Didn't you draw a scapegoat to take the blame for you?" An Su was quite surprised.
"Because the scapegoat I drew was too unlucky, had already taken the blame for me thirteen times before, and now the bishops see him and don't believe it anymore; they all unanimously think it was my doing."
Merlin sighed helplessly, frustrated at the inefficacy.
This guy just isn't capable, merely took the blame thirteen times before getting exposed. The Church's bishops suspected him, even the Church's dim-witted leaders couldn't be fooled, let alone outwit those cunning and despicable Esoteric Sect Followers.
Incompetence was bad enough, but coupled with bad luck, that was his lot in life.
"...It is really miserable being under your command."
