Crash!
The sharp sound rang through the room, making the bishop flinch backward.
Glass shattered on the ground where he had just stood—and his hatred for Queen Elora deepened.
"You should be stripped of your position as bishop. One simple task, and you couldn't even get that done! Useless!" the first pope shouted, his figure trembling with fury as he pointed at the bishop standing in the center.
The bishop dropped to his knees with a loud thud, knowing the first pope could easily follow through on his threat.
"Please forgive me, Your Holiness… it's Queen Palavendra who disrespects the Lord of Light's servant."
He knocked his head against the ground, blood seeping out and staining the tiles.
His once calm and pious expression was gone—replaced with fear and desperate pleading.
The popes ignored him, but his words shifted their thoughts from the bishop to the young queen, their teeth grinding in anger.
