His words were rushed yet sincere, a flame of hope burning in his eyes. It was as if he could see a way to connect the tiny spark of Glamorgan Territory to the bright beacon of the Monte Territory.
Father Anderson lifted his head as well. Though tear stains still marked his face, his gaze had become just as fervent.
He took a deep breath. His voice, still hoarse from stifled sobs, was nonetheless perfectly clear. "My Lord Count, what you said is exactly what I was thinking. My Lord, you not only understand the ideals of the Holy Throne, but you have put them into practice in the Monte Territory in your own way, bringing about reform. You have power, wisdom, and a history of success. We... we are not asking for your public support. That would likely bring you unnecessary trouble."
