"Yet, I don't think Fiona is entirely to blame for her misdeeds, considering she had the approval of her father to be an evil stain on society. He even leads by example…" Athena began, her voice cutting through the tense air as Elder Timothy struggled to calm the increasingly agitated crowd.
He chose not to tell the defaulters to retrieve their shoes, which were lying idly on the ground, seeking to protect them, nor did he sanction them as he normally would. After all—if he had been part of the congregation—he would have stoned Fiona with whatever was at hand.
At Athena's words, Elder Timothy's attention snapped towards his right-hand man, his lips pursed in disapproval as he observed the man, Alfonso, fidgeting restlessly in his seat.
However, suddenly, the man became deathly still before erupting in a shout. "Be mindful of your words, Athena! You are here with a case against Ewan, not me. Don't tarnish my good name in front of the people!"
