A sigh came from the darkness.
Mistro, cloaked in black, slowly emerged from the shadows, his expression numb. Though he often had this expression when confronting most enemies, it was clear that he was now more dangerous.
He coughed lightly.
A flicker of pain flashed in his eyes, and he quietly said, "It's fine. Hadn't the mental preparation been done long ago?"
The silhouette in the darkness sighed again and said, "The plan to assassinate the current Pope is indeed too crazy."
Mistro shook his head and said, "I've seen far too many wounds from war. The cries of refugees struggling in the bandit's hands are scenes I can never forget in my life.
This is not a war to eliminate evildoers, but merely a war launched by Holy Briania to consolidate its existing position and authority in external affairs."
By this time, that rowdy Holy Hall Assessment had ended long ago.
In the two months afterward, Mistro thought about many things.
