Nowadays, Roland City is no longer the ancient city-state from a millennium ago, where faith was steadfast and always stood with the Holy Light.
"Claude..."
Theoden approached him step by step, his footsteps dragging as he grabbed Claude's collar, exhaling a breath like rotting leftovers squeezed from between his teeth.
"Have you come to mock me?"
"I... I wouldn't dare, Your Majesty..."
Claude pressed his body tightly against the cold stone pillar, cold sweat sliding down his makeup-covered cheeks, gathering into a droplet at his chin.
He tried to muster a smile uglier than crying, a reflex honed during his time as a jester, and a skill battle-tested after he became a bishop.
"I am your most loyal servant... and the servant of the Divine..."
"Divine?"
Theoden suddenly let out a sharp and eerie laugh, stretching out a skeletal hand to grab the Cross Pendant on Claude's chest.
