The magic that gave life to everyone was said to be part of the spirits and therefore part of the gods' power.
Because of this, the churchs naturally existed on a level of authority apart from the politics of nations—at least in appearance.
To be condemned by the churchs meant a direct threat to the survival of a nation.
So it was no wonder that the men of Dalmasca looked like walking corpses, struck by dread.
Beside them, even Gabrant furrowed his brow deeply, his face dark.
He was not a fool—he clearly saw where this was heading.
Serves him right, Quintus thought.
Quintus let out a quiet huff through his nose, though only on the inside, and then he put on a face that looked unusually kind and harmless.
"Of course," he said smoothly, "it seems that our Rosaria and your Dalmasca may be able to build a good relationship, does it not? I myself would like to avoid making public anything that might trouble a friendly nation."
