"Your Majesty?"
Nash asked worriedly after Israel stayed quiet for a while.
Has the Church finally angered the Emperor by overstepping his sovereignty with their opinions?
That was quite likely. Count Radcliffe was a noble of the Empire after all, why should he serve at the Church's beck and call? Even if they did want his help, they should have sent out a delegation with the necessary documentation—it was a sign of mutual respect.
The middle-aged cavalier nodded at that thought. It may take quite a few steps, but this was the proper procedure for the interaction between factions. It was simply improper to ask for someone by word of mouth, especially a highborn.
"Interesting… Well, Igor is no idiot."
