"Damn Ovid... that worthless, lowborn piece of trash who only ever made things worse!!"
The short priest nearly ground his back teeth bloody as he raged helplessly in despair:
"I fought to get you this chance to shine... and you couldn't even seize it, you brainless pig!"
Meanwhile, the "undercover duo," who had quietly watched the show all along, were inwardly cheering!
Was this what it felt like to have a teammate hard-carry you?
So damn satisfying!
Without either of them even having to speak, Priest Enkai had pinned almost all the blame on the dead Ovid and even turned the accusation back on the short priest.
This old codger really was a master of infighting!
The High Priest sat at the head of the chamber, coldly watching the farce draw to a close.
He had no interest in this sort of backbiting among his subordinates.
To him, Ovid's death was no more than the death of a slightly stronger ant, hardly worth mentioning.
"Enough."
The High Priest's dry, hollow voice rang out again, instantly silencing every argument in the stone chamber.
Then his gaze swept over Enkai and the short priest, his tone carrying unquestionable resolve:
"There is no need to worry about Kairils for now."
"Although Priest Enkai botched the job, he was right about one thing."
"That prodigy from Winterhold did not die. In fact, he suffered no truly serious injuries at all."
"As long as Kairils is still alive, the deaths of a few low-ranking knights amount to nothing more than a few insignificant figures lost from Winterhold's ledgers."
The High Priest snorted coldly, his tone utterly certain:
"Those sanctimonious followers of the False God in Winterhold are even more calculating about their interests than we are."
"Those lofty figures would never stoop to waging an