Standing under the cross at the holy altar of the Bone Cathedral, Babatila heard her words and felt proud rather than ashamed, his face full of the joy of a victor:
"Rest assured, this is just an appetizer; I won't kill you easily.
If you behave well and write letters to your relatives persuading them to serve the Orthodox Church, maybe I can also suppress the onset of your symptoms, making your suffering less intense.
You are worth far more than you imagine, hahaha..."
Now that the Protestant and Orthodox Churches have split, the choice of the clergy determines their ideology. Babatila, being a staunch Orthodox Archbishop, no longer bothers to pretend.
He craves power, he craves money!
"Even though the White Rose York Family are traitorous Bayfolk bowing at our feet and wagging their tails.
But for the sake of money, I don't mind helping them with a minor task.
