"Do you think I'm capable of that? You think far too highly of me!"
Landry Promis, the former leader of the Polish Restoration Army, replied with a laugh.
"Then who was it?"
"Why, your wise and mighty Tsar, of course! You may not believe it, but this matter is also tied to your new master."
Father Alexander didn't answer. Landry Promis didn't mind and continued.
"The Austrians used some method or other to make large numbers of Albanians change their faith. That enraged Nicholas I.
"And that's how we ended up here today."
Father Alexander frowned. The mass conversion of pagans was good news for the Roman Church, and he had heard about it. But he hadn't expected the Russians to react so fiercely. Meanwhile, the Ottoman Empire, the party that had actually suffered, hadn't said a word.
"You ambitious types are hard to understand. So what are you doing here? Here to laugh at us?"
"No! I'm your savior. Lesser Poland is completely fragmented now. Do you really think protesting to the Russians will do any good?
"You don't believe that yourself, do you? Should I call you Father Alexander, or John?"
(The Lesser Poland mentioned here does not refer to the historical region of Lesser Poland, but to Russian-controlled Poland, which is why it includes Łódź Town.)
Father Alexander clenched his fists, but eventually relaxed them.
"What do you want?"
"To save Poland, of course."
"Like hell I believe you! You thief!"
Father Alexander roared, but Landry Promis remained unmoved. He'd been cursed at plenty over the years and was long used to it.
Especially after he swindled the Pope out of charitable donations, the entire Church had put out a warrant for his arrest.
"Aren't you working as an Austrian agent yourself? We're all trying to save