Chapter 2 duet

Bishop Vanya is not hosting any dinner tonight. "His Excellency, Bishop, is unwell." The Wing Messenger said to all the invited people.Also included was the emperor's wife's younger brother, whose invitations to dinner at the Holy Mountain increased in proportion to the decline of his sister's health.Everyone was very grateful for the bishop's invitation, and was very worried about the bishop's health. The emperor even asked his royal Zelda Ladruid to diagnose the bishop, but he declined. Vanya dined alone, and the bishop was so engrossed in eating the delicacies of peacock tongue and lizard tail, as if he were sharing sausage with his resident saints, that he could barely taste it and didn't notice that it was burnt .

After finishing the meal and removing the plate, he took a sip of the brandy and waited for the little moon in the hourglass on the table to rise to its highest point.The wait was endless, but Vanya was full of thoughts, and he found that time was passing faster than he thought.His fat and short fingers kept crawling on the armrest of the chair, touching the metal spider web, to determine where it needed to be strengthened or repaired, and if necessary, new silk threads had to be added. The Empress - a dying fly. Her younger brother - the heir to the throne, another fly, he must be kept under strict watch.

The Emperor—his sanity was dangerous and unstable, and the death of his beloved wife, and loss of status, might break an already fragile heart. Saraken - another empire in Simharon - is watching the unruly situation with too much interest.They must be defeated, the people must be taught a lesson, and among them, the demon craftsmen of the Ninth Tribe will be completely uprooted.It's all perfectly formed...or so it used to be. Vanya felt uncomfortably restless.He stared at the hourglass, where a small moon was now appearing on the horizon.The Bishop growled and poured himself another brandy.

that boy!That damn boy!And that damn catalyst saint!Dark Stone!Van Ya closed his eyes, trembling all over.He's in danger, mortal danger, if anyone finds out what he's done... Vanya saw many pairs of greedy eyes watching him, waiting for his downfall; in it were the eyes of Cardinal Marilon, who, according to rumors, had planned to redecorate the bishop's room on the holy mountain; in it were the eyes of his exclusive cardinal , a slow-thinking man, that's for sure, but he's also a slow and steady climber up the ranks, stepping on anything or anyone that gets in his way.There are other people's eyes, watching!Watch!longing for...

If they smelled his failure, they would pounce on him like griffins, tearing his flesh apart with their talons. no!Fan Ya clenched his fat hand into a fist, and then forced himself to relax.Everything went smoothly.He has exhaustively planned for every possible contingency, even the near-impossible one. With that thought in his mind, he noticed that the moon was finally approaching the top of the hourglass, and the Bishop shifted his bulky form back and forth from the chair, and walked into the Prudential Room with slow, deliberate steps. It was empty and silent in the darkness, and there was no sign of the soul being moved.Perhaps this is a good omen.Sitting on the chair in the very center of the circular room, Vanya told himself, but when he gave the command to summon his subordinates, a violent fear shook the spider's web.

He waited, spidery fingers twitching. The darkness remained, cold and silent. Fan Ya called out again, clenched his fingers into a fist. I may or may not respond.The voice had spoken to him.Yes, that's just like him, the pompous— Vanya cursed, his hands clutching the chair, sweat streaming from his head.He must know!This is so important!he might— That's right... Relax your hands.Fan Ya thought about it, repeatedly examining this idea in his heart.He planned for every possibility, even the almost impossible contingencies, but this one was a plan that he started without knowing it. This is the way geniuses think.

Bishop Fanya leaned on the chair, his heart touched another spider web, and conveyed the order of the urgent call to a person he knew was completely unprepared to accept the order.