"The Duke wants to cooperate with me to resist the Church? This doesn't seem like a cooperative attitude, does it? You're arresting people, my people, no less?"
Horn truly didn't expect it; it really was Duke Kush causing trouble.
Fresh from having a wet paper towel off his face, Buerwelf's expression was noticeably dispirited.
Clad in rough cloth garments, he sat uneasily on a small stool, timidly looking at Horn, who sat imposingly.
"It's true, this is how the Duke wants to cooperate with you..."
"Someone, bring a few more sheets of paper."
"It's true, it's true, that's exactly what the Duke told me."
"Stop spouting nonsense, you're with the Church, trying to help them capture me, aren't you?"
"I'm not with the Church; it was Lord Duke Kush who bribed the Cathedral Priest for me to obtain this holy position. I only listen to the Duke." Buerwelf shook his head fiercely.
"Then why did you capture my people? Why kill our guards?"
