"What? The Church of Light didn't do anything to the ruler of that Necropolis. They just built a church there?"
"Damn it, those stubborn fools! Couldn't they have just decisively wiped them all out?"
Wester was furious when he learned the Church of Light hadn't attacked Kurd City.
The Light Priests were stubborn. They did only what they believed was right and refused to take orders, so the upper echelons of every race were rather unhappy with the Light Priests among their people.
Of course, being unhappy didn't mean they could do anything about it. The Goddess of Light's Divine Radiance shone across all worlds, so forcibly abolishing the Light Faith was unrealistic. They could only look for ways to reduce the number of Light Churches within the bounds of the rules.
The Church of Light wouldn't attack the Necropolis, and his family's Elder Council wouldn't let him bring in forces from beyond the Odyssey Region. Wester couldn't remove Medivh's protective umbrella. There was nothing he could do.
All he could do now was pray that Medivh really had died on the road, as the Blood Crow Mercenary Group claimed, and hadn't joined the Necromancers serving the Necropolis.
He didn't know that the Necromancer in Kurd City was the very Medivh he'd been thinking about. The Noble Council of the Gewalt Federation hadn't contacted the Hobarton Family or made the information public.
"How harmonious!"
Before long, the middle of the month arrived, and Lux and Freya came to the Spirit Cat Canteen to document the Cat-men's lives during this period.
To earn the double portion of kebabs Medivh had promised, the Cat-men had gone to help out in the Spirit Cat Canteen's kitchen first thing that morning.
The kitchen of the Spirit Cat Canteen rang with thuds as the Skeleton