But... what does it matter?
Just as he didn't mind being used by the King, Himenes, of course, was willing to turn a blind eye to being used by the Governor.
As long as he could eradicate the "New Testament," as long as he could return to the Holy City with illustrious merits, what did it matter to him who governed this frontier province?
Looking at Chief Referee Himenes, who was expressionless, Elaric stood quietly, a barely noticeable smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
He knew, the honorable Judge had already been tempted.
The Holy Light defending the law didn't burn this "disrespectful" authorization on the spot, which in itself spoke volumes.
Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the prayer room, and someone gently knocked at the door.
"Enter," Himenes said casually.
Soon, a Judge wearing a black robe walked in, leaned close and whispered in his ear.
Himenes listened expressionlessly, suddenly his face slightly changed, his eyes turned dreadfully grim.
