As Chris looked at Priest Crawford standing before him and the trembling militia captain beside him, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, making his expression look rather like a sneer.
No, in fact, Chris really was sneering.
The sound of the prince's fingers tapping the desk rang out with particular clarity in the silent room, cold and sharp. Every tap seemed to strike Priest Crawford's heart, making his round, plump body tense involuntarily.
The barely restrained sneer on His Highness's face made the priest of the Earth Mother Goddess Church feel as though the room's temperature had plunged.
The prince's guards always said His Highness Chris was softhearted, excessively merciful, and too much of a bleeding heart, but Crawford disagreed... Would a merciful man let inquisitors carry out massacres within his own country?
Chris was furious.
Honestly, Chris's Chinese way of thinking had worked against him somewhat. After suppressing and warning the Earth Mother Goddess Church and the Goddess of Agriculture Church early on, he had stopped paying them any attention, assuming their priests would behave themselves.
Just like modern Buddhist monks and Taoist priests.
Chris had never imagined that churchmen with neither troops nor guns would dare make trouble for him... No, perhaps he had considered it. The Earth Mother Goddess Church had already tried once, after all, so he still retained a little wariness toward them.
Chris had also privately instructed some players and senior civil servants to stay vigilant, keep an eye on information concerning the Earth Mother Goddess Church, and leave them no room to cause trouble.
But Chris had never imagined that the church preparing to cause trouble would turn out to be the Goddess of Agriculture Church.
That had truly caught him completely off guard.
Chris unconsciously tapped the desk with his left