The road to the dungeon pillar didn't even take them one day to reach with the enchanted Royal Carriage.

The crux of the situation however was that they could not come to an understanding.

The Queen wanted to make a profit out of this deal, while Tris wanted to make a profit as well, the problem being that both their targets were monetary.

The Queen had made the deal with the others, where they would be given some authority and experience, while she hogged all the profit, she thought that by offering a few gifts she could even the scale and then easily shift it to her advantage.

Reality however was cruel, Christopher already was under another's management and although they weren't a county monarch, Tris was a rather clever merchant with no weaknesses to exploit.

"Then There is only one way to solve this situation"

The queen said, her tone angry and irritated.

"Oh, please do say, I would love to hear your latest idea of how to scam us of our money"

Tris said, making a smile.

"You will all be exiled from Nivava, your businesses confiscated"

The queen said, but there was no smile on her face.

"I have an even better Idea, we kill you and take her little highness as hostage"

Tris said with an indiferent expression on her face, making the queen's threat sound like a hoax.

"Oh, that wouldn't have been a bad idea, but how will you do so if your hero cannot use his spells?"

The queen said with a smile, thinking that she had her where she wanted to.

"Oh, is that so, Little bloom, would you like to become a Mistress?"

Tris asked while laughing.

"Mommy, what's a mistress?"

Bloom asked, till then she was lost in her own imaginary world playing with her dolls.

"A Mistress is a female Master, like how there are Kings and Queens"

Tris said, making the queen's face to change color, but before she could explain the intricacies and other meanings to the word, Bloom had already stood up and went towards Tris whom was holding a rather luxurious piece cake.

"Mistress, is it already time to eat?"

Tanna asked as her vision was glued on the cake.

"As your princess I command you to give me this piece of cake"

The princess said as she tried to reach for the cake, but standing Tris was too tall for her to reach.

"Oh, but you aren't my master"

Tris said, making Bloom feel somewhat strange deep inside, truth was that even as a princess there was no person whom would call a little girl as master or mistress, all she go was little princess this, little princess that.

"Bloom! stop shaming our royal dignity!"

Her mother said in an angry tone, making little Bloom feeling even worse, all she could do was hope to grow faster and become queen.

"Tris, stop torturing the child, it's just a piece of cake, you have dozens of them stored away"

Christopher said, he was weak against women and children.

"As master commands"

Tris said putting the cake at a height that Bloom could reach, but would Bloom dare reach for the cake.

The Little Bloom was looking at her mother awaiting for her approval to reach for the cake, an approval that however would never come.

If this was a scheme planned from before, then it would have been the perfect acting, since even the Queen could not see through this act, all she thought about was, is the cake poisoned or drugged, were they scheming something even deeper, were they already maybe in cahoots with another country?.

In little Bloom's mind however a seed of hatred towards her mommy was being planted, a small doubt about what her mother really wanted, was it for her to be happy or for the authority over the kingdom which she had ceased.

"Stop torturing the child and give it the cake, I had you for a better person, using a little girl for your goals, aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

Christopher reprimented Tris as he took the piece of cake from Tris' hand and passed it towards the girl.

"You shouldn't be afraid, we are not as despicable as to poison a child or use it to negotiate, these are grown up matters and should stay between grown ups"

He said while glaring at Tris, whom melted back into her seat.

"Queen, whatever your name is, we will be brief, from the start we had no intention of staying, all we wanted was visit my classmates since Tris had some business in the dungeon pillar of your country, we would like to apologize for killing some of your soldiers in self defense, but if they weren't hostile towards me they wouldn't have died in the first place and we have to remind you that it was your idea for me to go and help with your predicament, as for the conditions and negotiations, maybe in ten or twenty years you will be able to afford our services"

Christopher said, making both the Queen and Tris gasp for breath in order to no suffocate, they both wanted to laugh at themselves, they had been debating for hours only to hear such a naive and stupid thing, it was no different than having Bloom negotiate.

The queen then undertood why Tris didn't let him do the negotiations, this was the most impolite stupidly made refusal she had ever heard.

It was no different than saying a blank "No" and then repeating it three or four times, all they needed now was Bloom shouting "Yes" in contrast to the "No" to see whom would win.

"Bloom, you have a great duty, I want you to recruit the hero in front of you to our cause"

The queen whispered to the little girl whom was gobbling up the cake with a happy expression.

Funny fact is that Cakes and other such delicasies were a product of Greddor alchemists, thus it was rather rare even for royalties to enjoy, since Greddor their currency exchange was rather harsh, you would have to exchange 1 Gold Jeter(Nivava currency) to get 1 green coin.

A Gold Jeter was equal to 100Gold Nikkles(coins) thus making it a rather large price for exchange.

In general a cake would at least cost 10 green coins, meaning 100Gold Jeters.

The gold Jeyer was a handsize tablet with two holes on bothe sides for a rope to be inserted, it was carved with exquisite artworks made by the greatest sculptors of Nivava and were rather rare to tell the truth and each was worth ten Dimes.

Gold Dimes were smaller Gold rods with a hole on one side for the rope, but they had no decoration other than three lines, each worth ten Nikkles.

The Nickle was but a coin with a hole in its center, funny fact was that you could pass a Dime through that hole and it took 10 Nickles to suround a Dime, which was also their exchange rate.

Of course Gold was the currency of the Rich, the common people would rarely ever touch gold, only those that were well off, most would simply exchange gold for silver even if they had gold, since all their exchanges were done in silver.

Poor people however would mostly use copper in their exchanges, since they would echange silver like those common people echanged gold.

In general villages only dealt in copper priced items, Towns would have Silver priced shops and Cities would have some Gold priced shops.

Of course all of them would always have copper stores or rather stalls for commoners and poor people, since you won't go and spend a month's silver to buy thirty pieces of Beef, would you.

Of course even if you wanted to import perishable foodstock would the gains be worth the expedition, truth was "No". Importing perishables in our modern society with our fast planes and ships is rather easy and they price food at around 40times their buying price, but the buyers are still common people.

Importing however perishable Luxury goods for selected individuals, even in our modern world without a good enough advertisement they would be burning money to the air.

Of course Christopher had already heard what the queen had whispered to the little girl and her cake, but before he could even speek, the girl begun to speak again.

"I want more cake!"

Bloom said with the audacity of a queen, making the Queen next to her want to little bloom's ass turn red at that moment.

"Sweets are not good for your teeth, you should eat them with moderation"

Christopher said with a smile, but before he could end he saw Bloom pointing at something and he saw Tanna eating a whole cake.

"Tanna is a beastwoman, will you also compare yourself with a goblin and an ork next?"

Christopher asked the little girl, but seriously he wanted to smuck Tris' ass, knowing that she had probably done so intentionaly.

"Give me Cake!"

Bloom however didn't give up, fighting like a brave soldier for her rights to the cake.

"No!"

Christopher said.

"Aaa,Yes!"

Bloom aswered.

-Aaaa, No

-A, Yes

-Aa, Nope

-Aaa, yes

Theirs childish agruement made all those in the carriage understand that their negotiations had become a hoax, a play of two big children, one being a large child and the other a small crown princess.

Of course everyone knows how the argument ended, they simply turned their faces from one another and stood there silently until the other begins to speak.

Tris liked this childish trait of Christopher's, his kindness and in truth hated when he went on slaughtering sprees, thus she wanted to make him strong enough to not even need to do such things.

The queen didn't know what to do with the small Bloom, she knew that she was a child, but she had to grow up fast, their enemies would not wait for her to grow up, she had to educate her better and harsher.

"Alright little lady, you win, but only one more piece"

Christopher said, making little Bloom blush for a moment, she didn't understand why but she felt happy, a sense of achievement overcame her, of course she was just a child.

Tris handed her the cake, but at that moment her mother did the unthinkable, she slapped the cake away and grabbed her back.

"I told you that you have to be a prideful ruler, you can make enough money for all the cakes in the world, why do you need to ask for others to give you their cakes"

The queen reprimented her as she harshly grabbed onto her arm leaving a red mark behind.

Little Bloom didn't understand, she of course thought that she had done something wrong since her mother was acting that way, but she couldn't understand what she had done wrong.

"The queen is absolutely right and you just owe us 10gold Jeters for the cake your majesty threw to the floor"

Tris said disatisfied with the results of this argument, since it was their loss.

"Ten jetters for a piece of cake, are you crazy, you at most spent 10green coins to buy the whole cake"

The queen argued.

"Are you out of your mind, do you think you live in Greddor where these cakes are as common as grass on the road, we are in Nivava, it would be a miracle if you could buy a piece for 10jeters even if you wanted to"

Tris countered with the merchant's logic, which was in parts true, since cakes from Greddor were rare in the market, thus raising their price to incredible prices, it would how in the middle ages sugar and spices were considered a luxury.

In truth Nobles whom wanted a Greddor cake would need to hire a private merchant caravan and wait for around a month for it to return with the cake.

The queen of course knew about this little piece of information, but she really didn't want to squander her fortune on cakes and perfumes.

"Come on Tris, that cake was a gift, you cannot ask money for a gift"

Christopher said, seeing how scared the little girl had become when the price came out, you have to understand that even the little girl wouldn't be given Jeters of gold as pocket money, at most she was given Dimes to spend, the Jeters were like royal treasures, since most of their value didn't come from the gold but from the artwork, making some of the Jeters more valuable than others, 10dimes was only the agree upon lowest exchange rate.

There was an awkward silence as they waited inside while Rivalz was talking with the guards outside, they had finaly reached their destination, but non of them seemed happy.

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Back in Ecclesia there was a person whom had a hard time, unlike Michael whom had found a rather easy scedule, a wife and people whom he could sort of call friends.

Chris"Pope", or lets simply call him Pope, he was accepted to become a priest, his cheat power was the blessing of Defense, he was of course taught the blessing of cleansing and since he was no priest, he was also taught the heal and cure skills respectivenly.

The final blessing he decided upon was the Blessing of happiness, a rather ambigous blessing, that just raised the mood, it had a similar effect to taking drugs in a way, but had no addictive effect, of course it's real effect was to lighten up the mood in festivities, especialy ones where they had no wine.

Of course as an enchanter Pope gained experience each time he gave out a blessing and after he discovered that he could simply spam his own blessing onto himself, you can easily understand the result.

The level 102 Pope was the leader of a small village temple, and other than the title of Holy lover, which lowered his popularity with the Holy order, he was rather popular with the common people.

Of course Pope was a smart person, he knew when to act and when to stay silent, the most however disturbing thing was that in his village he ended up having a conflict with the Inquisitors and the templars, thus making the whole village somewhat disfunctional.

Of course Pope's problem begun with the Inquisitors wanting to close a borthel as a unclean and filthy place.

Thing was however that a templar liked to patron the place, thus they went to him for a solution, one wanted to close it and cleanse the evil, the other to let it be until he was switched to another village.

It was a battle of zeal and corruption, of course Pope was of a different opinion, he proposed the unthinkable, to have the templar marry the prostitude he liked and the other prostitudes be married off and then the establishment be closed.

Stirring anger from the templars and loafing from the Inquisitors.

Of course the templar had no intention of marrying a whore, it was both degrading and insulting.

The Inquisitors first begun loafing the templars to go marry those whores they so much love, until they heard that the rest of the whores would be married to the locals.

You might not understand but most of the Templars and Inquisitors were locals, making the ones he wanted to marry the whores to, their cousins and relatives.

That was when an even bigger Schism begun, the Inquisitors were divided into two sides the locals and those whom were just serving there, the Templars into those whom were against the templar marrying a whore and one retard whom found it as a just solution, well she wasn't retarded, but she was too into feministic crap in a world where people were equal.

Thus the village begun to divide into those whom wanted to marry a prostitude, in other words a few of the patrons and the rest of the village.

In the end the prostitudes were sheltered by Pope in the temple since their institution was burned to the ground, it was a miracle that non of them lost their lives.

The arsonist could not be found, mostly because the Inquisitors whom were responsible for finding him didn't move a finger, they were more interested in fighting amongst themselves than finding whom was the culprit of the matter.

Pope wrote a letter and a few days later a High Inquisitor, Templar and Priest, all four of them came towards the small village.

Thus signaling the end of the fight and the start of an all out war.

The High priest found it just to marry the templar to the prostitude he so much loved.

The High templar was against it and even wanted to expel the templar from the order if dared to agree to such a shameless thing.

The High Inquisitor begun to investigate the instigator of the mess and demanded the punishment of Pope and the templar for obstruction of the Inquisition's duty.

Of course thing didn't go so well, Pope to tell the truth didn't really care, the worst that might befall a holy champion is simply being sent for re-education and to another village.

The templar however would be demoted to a commoner(class change) and suffer the trials of the inquisition to prove his pureness. Which of course although not as violent and disgusting as our world's inquisition, were non the less pure torture to a person's phyche and body.

In the end the nine of them and the prostitutes were all bound and transfered back to the capital to be judged by the higher ups and the wise God-King himself.

"Can anyone explain how things went so out of hand?"

The God-king could not make ends meet, the three reports he got from the high Templar,Priest and Inquisitor were so selfish and self-righteous that he could only write them all off as false.

"Your majesty, the matter is rather easy to deal with, we marry the templar with the prostitute as a punishment for him obstructing the Inquisition, we then punish the Inquisition's team for not doing their job and fighting amongst themselves and lastly we should punish the priest by marrying him to another of the prostitudes, thus everything will be set right"

The one whom spoke was the king's advisor, also known as the Black Bishop.

"Foolishness, instead of punishing everyone we only need to punish the source of the matter, just burn the prostitutes and the matter is over"

The one whom spoke was the other advisor the one known as the Grand Inquisitor.

"I have an even better idea, why not burn the whole village thus non would learn about the incompetense of the inquisition at the specific village"

The Black Bishop said, stabing an invisible knife to the Inquisitor's pride.

"There is no need for infighting, the matter is rather serious, this is no longer about a prostitute and templar, or the inquisition having too much power, the problem is that all three sides are right in this matter"

The God-King said, making both his advisors shocked, in a situation where non of the three are wrong, whom should take the blame, the innocent bystander?

Of course not, the justice of Ecclesis could not be so shameless and dirty, they had to shove light and fix any and all mistakes.

"Then why not let the victims decide, whom is right and whom is wrong?"

The Black bishop asked while smiling.

"Will you ask a donkey to tell you which of the two masters are more benevolent?"

The inquisitor said while gnawing his teeth.

"I will agree that the victims are a large point of this matter, it seems we will have to ask the donkey and see what it wants to do"

The God-king said with a smile that outshone the sun.

Today was the trial, many people from the village were brought to the trial ground and even some merchants and adventurers whom passed regularly from the village, while a joined troop from the Inquisition and templars was left behind to look after their homes and valuables.

"I will be the Judge of today's trial"

The Black bishop came out and took the place of judge, behind him was a throne where the God-king sat, it was of course so high that the people had to raise their heads high to look at the God-king whom sat there.

"By his majesty's will today's trial will begin with the victims of this case, beginning with the villagers whom suffered from this insident"

The Black bishop said and all priests, templars and inquisitors present were shocked by this unorthodox trial.

"Your name is Vuaj and you are a proud wife and mother in your village, you have accused the priest Pope for unethical conducts, could you tell what he did"

The Black bishop asked, already knowing the gist of her accusation.

"Bishop you must save my child, my son was brainwashed by one of those witches and with the accursed heretic's blessings wants to marry the witch"

The woman said as if she was losing her son to the plague, of course by witch she meant the prostitutes.

"Then would you like me to cast a spell that would remove all curses and control spells for you?"

The Black Bishop said making the woman somewhat lost in her throughts, she might be a common villager, but she of course knew full well that there was no witchery involved, she only wanted the girl responsible for her son's wet dreams to disappear, thus having him marry the one they had prepared for him.

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"Your holiness, of course there is no curse, the child is young and doesn't understand important matters"

The woman tried to explain herself.

"So you have cursed at a priest whom did nothing wrong because you didn't educate your son right, do I understand that right?"

The Black Bishop said as his golden eyes glared at her like a volture's from the sky.

"Your holiness this one was confused, this one asks for fogiveness, it's all those witches fault"

The woman said glaring at a woman amongst the group of five prostitutes.

"Your crimes will be discused after the trial, now go sit at that chair over there"

There were two rows of chairs one on the right and ones on the left, she was pointed to the left side, which everyone understood why.

The left was considered for ones whom are wrong and the right for the righteous ones.

"Next is the woman's husband, you have made the same accusation, do you have something to add or would you like to go sit next to your wife"

The black bishop asked showing no emotion at all.

"I would like to add a few things, men have needs, whenever our wives can't satisfy us we run to that place, the priest wants to marry those women off, but will that help the village in any way, all it will add is filth to the village"

The man said with a sense of self-righteousness.

"So you say that you would prefer the girls to be prostitutes for their whole life just to fulfill your own needs instead of giving them a home and husbands to let them live like normal people?"

The Black Bishop's question made the man lose his balls and without even waiting for he went to sit next to his wife, he did his best for his son's future, but all he got was a harsh repercussion and glares of disdain from all around.

"Next is the son of the couple, you are here because you wish to marry a prostitute and your parents won't let you, right"

The Black bishop's voice was rather sarcastic at the moment, making many to want and laugh, of course the Bishop's sarcasm came from another fact that was yet to be made known.

"Your holiness, I love Ass, she's the most beautiful girl in the village and if she wasn't from another country there's no doubt that she would have been amongst the temple's servants as an orphan"

The youngster's tongue was rather eloquent, other than her name being Ass and all.

"You have made your statement, now you can go sit next to your parents"

The Black Bishop said, making the youngster agast, he could not understand where he was wrong, this was after all the purest and most innocent form of juvenile love.

"but, why..."

He wanted to ask, but the black bishop's glare gave him no chance to speak further.

"Next is the Innkeeper's son, the parents can go sit next to the other couple, since your case is probly the same"

The black bishop's words weren't wrong, the couple clearly understood that they were in a similar situation.

A young plumpy but non the less handsome man came out, he could not be called a top model, but his golden eyes and hair gave a rather nice image to him, even though he was a little overweight.

"You a the Innkeeper's son right?"

The black bishop's question hid some disdain in his tone.

"I'm, I don't know anymore, I thought that I would marry Ass, but now I'm confused"

The young man said, making him seem somewhat pathetic as he was sent to sit next to his parents.

There were two other families whose younger son wanted to marry the same girl called Ass.

"Next to the stand, Templar Nelson and one of the perpetrators of this farce and the one whom was to be married to the young prostitute"

The Black Bishop's voice not only awakened the young men whom sat next to their parents but it even caused them to wanna spit at the man ore even murder him in his sleep.

He was said to marry the most beautiful girl in the village and he refused, because she was a prostitute, of course the young men didn't understand his sircumstances and they would probably never would, but the most disturbed when learning about it were the parents.

They also begun to have funny ideas about the man, killing him would be the less painful of them.

"Templar Nelson, you disturbed the Inquisition's duty in order to enjoy yourself in the borthel, am I right"

The black bishop's accusation, made the middle aged templar called Nelson want to vomit blood.

"Your holiness it's not like that at all, I fell in love with the woman herself, I just didn't want to marry her publicly as I lived in that village, I would take her to another village where her origins were not known and lived there happily"

The templar's words might sound logical, but truth was they are just excuses offered to him as explanations for his action by his higher ups.

"You sound righteous and pure acts of love cannot be judged as guilty, like the parents sitting on the left you have acted to protect the one you love, of course in your case you didn't go accuse a priest, now go sit on the right side"

The black bishop said, making the templars feel somewhat proud for themselves.

"Templars Nello and Rex should come forth"

These were the two whom were against Nelson's marriage with the prostitute and of course they had their own tales to sing.

"Your holiness we are guilty, we thought that the holy order's pride and duty were above the sentiment of love and desire, we wanted tried to keep Nelson from being with the one he loved"

The two of them seemed sincere and even the villagers and priests thought of them as a proud example of what templars should be, duty before love, devotion to the order before mortal desires.

"You may sit next to your collegue, now let the templar Fieria come forth"

The black bishop said and a red haired woman came forth, she had short hair and although her looks were pretty and her eyes golden, she gave a more exotic taste and a sense of manliness and pride, that each templar should have.

"I'm Fieria, some of my sisters are amonst the templars today, I have only one thing to say for Nelson, Shame on you!"

Fieria said and everyone understood what they wanted to understand, some of course whom knew Fieria knew that she was in a feministic organization known as the "Female Ruler", they weren't every active, but in a single word they were lesbians that fought for the rights of women to marry women, a rather dim ideal in Ecclesia.

In general however they are biased against men and always take the woman's side even if that side is wrong, not that in this case the side was wrong.

"Templar Fieria you can go sit at the left side, I hope that your sisters will sit silently and do their work instead of going around freeing female prisoners from the inquisitions"

The black bishop said, making Fieria some what irritated, but she non the less went to sit at the left side.

"Next I call village chief Rubens to the stands"

The black bishop said and an old man seemingly a hundred years old came to the stands.

"You accused the Inquisition for trying to close the institution where the prostitutes used to live and work without a good enough reason"

The black bishop stated making the whole hall silent with their mouths agap.

"Right, I did and I would do so again if need be, the institution was never a borthel to begin with, it was first opened, three or was it four years ago, to house some unlucky immigrants whom had nowhere to stay, of course at the time they had not a hint of faith in their eyes, thus the priest before young priest Pope begun to educate them in the holy books, I won't go into the doings of the holy order and neither will I say that it was the priest's fault that they lost their way and turned the place into a borthel, but truth was that they didn't hurt anyone and just stayed silently at their small institute a few meters away from the village, you could even call the place an Inn since two years after the adventurer's guild built a branch next to the institution"

The old man talked for ages, but there was nothing concrete in his words, he went on to how he met the new priest, templars and the Inquisitors. He spoke of how he had told them that the girls at the Inn did some stuff for additional funds and helped the village to flourish, a border village like theirs could easily be called a nice stop for adventurers and he even said that in a few years he expected for the village to turn into a town.

"Village chief, I must confess that I cannot see any connection to the history of your village and the case of accusing the Inquisition, please go sit to the left with the rest of the villagers"

The black bishop stated.

"Next Mirv the blacksmith, you accused the Inquisition for not helping you locate the thief whom stole a weapon you had just forged saying that they had no time for you at the moment"

The black bishop's statement, made all the inquisitors present rather irritated, not because of the blacksmith, but because of their collegues whom let their emotions obstruct their duty, unlike the templars whom still patroled each day, the inquisitors were more busy arguing with the priest's decision to marry the prostitutes off rather than patroling the streets and arresting thieves, the adventurer whom stole the swords would probably have long gone, outside the country.

"It happened during the evening, all of us villagers had begun to help putting out the fire at the borthel, when I returned my sword was gone, I went to find the inquisitors at the temple where they spent most of their day arguing with the priest, whom at the time was of course out helping put out the fire"

The Blacksmith's words made all the priests, templars and inquisitors feel somewhat strange.

'The priest went outside his temple?'

Truth was that most priests would not leave their temples, that was a symbol of their doctorate, the priest had to be at his temple 24hours a day, if someone needed his help he had to go to him and not the opposite, of course a priest could sent the temple servant for such errants.

"I found one of the Inquisitors drinking outside his room, for some reason he was rather irritated, there were noises of the others inside the room, but I believe that it's not in my rights to imagine what they were doing inside, I approached the drunken Inquisitor to ask for help and he sent me to find their leader whom was in his room, when I came to ask him for help he said that he didn't have time for me as he was trying to write a letter or something, of course I tried to convinse him, but I was almost killed by him instead, I was lucky that the Priest had just returned with the lasses from the borthel thus was saves by the holy light of his gorgeous guardian angel"

The Blacksmith's face went blank for a few seconds as he recalled those large naked breasts and the sexy siluette of the angel that was even more alluring that the most beautiful women he had seen.

"Please sit to the right side, of course there is not need to say that the templars at that time were patroling outside and killing demons while our brave inquisition was busy with their own matters"

The black bishop was rather cynical against the inquisition, making the Grand Inquisitor rather angry, whom was staying hidden somewhere in the hall.

"Now I would like to call Merriton, the blacksmith's apprentice, whom at the time of the insident was inside the borthel with one of the other prostitutes"

At the black bishop's words a rather bulky and powerful man came forth, he had the stature of a titan, he would ealisy be called a warrior, some would even say that he was one of those unfortunate to be born without talent.

"You are one of those whom wanted to marry one of the prostitutes, could you however tell use about your experience at the day of the fire"

The black bishop asked making the others also rather interested.

"Well, I'm not very proud for that day, once I smelled something burning and oppened the door only to find the path downstairs blocked by fire, I immediately broke the wooden wall to the side and jumped outside, completely forgetting about Lilla whom was still inside, of course the thing that I saw was something even I believe that it was false, I'm sure that my eyes must have been cast with an illusion spell, at the time I could have sworn that I had seen the templars running away from the Inn, your holiness probably doesn't know, but the borthel is outside the village and oposite to the Adventurer's guild, meaning that if you go behind one of the buildings it's impossible for anyone to see you, especialy since the only windows are small gaps between the wooden planks"

This revelation made the whole room go into an uproar, of course the man had said that he wasn't sure and that he didn't believe what he saw, but there were ways to find the truth out.

"So what did you do next?"

The black bishop asked with some interest.

"Well I went to the priest whom had arrived even before the Inquisition and was helping the villagers with the fire, he said he didn't have any magic to extinguish flames, but he could heal our burns, while his angel was saving the people still trapped inside by flying in and out of the place, the next few days I waited for the inquisition to come and investigate the incident, but they never came, thus I went and wrote and accusation towards the inquisition"

The young tough man's words sounded somewhat angry at the moment, but he was most angry with himself rather than others, truth was that he was one of the immigrants whom came into town with the girls, of course not all of them went into prostitution, some of the others became apprentices to the craftsmen of the little village after being educated into the faith of Ecclesia and their believes.

"You can go sit at the right side"

The black bishop said with a rather self-satisfied smile.

You have to understand that the Priest was the only one under the bishop's clergy group, the templars were under the god-king, while the inquisitors you understand.

"Next to the stand is our last Villager family whom has accused the Prist causing their child to commit suicide"

The black bishop stated and a rather elderly and sad couple came forth, the most however disturbing fact was they were one of the Inquisitor's parents and he had no idea till now that his younger brother had killed himself.

"That demonic priest summoned a succubus from hell instead of an angel!"

The Woman shouted making everyone present want to curse at her.

"When that accursed establishment of the devil burned nicely the accursed heretic summoned his Succubus to save those hellspawns from the holy flames set by the righteous paladins of the temple"

The templars present wanted to curse at her for accusing the templars without any evidence at all, at least the blacksmith's apprentice said that he wasn't completely sure, but his mother overcome by grief didn't care anymore, she would say whatever she wanted to say.

"You can go sit at the left side with your fellow villagers, please know that the beauty of an angel might be so bright that even righteous people might be led astray"

The black bishop's words were rather forced as Pope's angel loving business was still hot in everyone's memories.

In truth there were still debates going on inside the clergy of what to do with Pope and his angel, the first problem was that he gave her two holes, making her look even more like human, he even made her breasts have two perky nipples.

In general she was like any pervert's desire, but she was non the less a guardian angel and was Pope's, a holy champion's guardian.

"Let Inquisitor Vins come forth"

The black bishop did his best to shift the momentum from Pope's "angel".

"Your holiness, I'm Vins"

A rather young inquisitor came forth.

"I want to admit my sin, I have fallen into the depth of alcoholism, my collegues did their best to try holding me afloat, but I simply can't take it anymore, please let the holy light burn my flesh and soul!"

Young Vins was the drunken person whom the blacksmith had approached, he was designated to become the scapegoat because his offense was the most light, but they at the time hadn't put the blacksmith's story into their account, they didn't even fucking remember the guy.

In truth he was the man whose brother died through suicide, but he was too drunk to even understand that.

His elderly parents looked at him in shock as he could barely walk strait.

Of course they thought that he became like that because his brother died, but truth was rather ironic.

"That day my three collegues were too preocupied, well it wasn't time to patrol yet, thus I sat to drink, leader had probably said something to me, like don't soemethin, I can't remember, I was too preocupied watching to animals hornicating, I don't remember much after that"

The words of the drunk man were as truthful as they could get.

"Inquisitor Vins go sit next to your parents"

The black bishop said and a strange reunion scene played out as the mother was beating at her drunkyard of a son, then hugged him and then they begun to cry together as a family.

"Inquisitor Vargo and the one they call as the leader of your sad group, what have you to say about yourself, do remember that there is an accusation that you attacked the blacksmith when he came to you for help"

The black bishop didn't leave him a way back, he clearly stated the most disturbing fact in the story.

"I have to ask god for forgiveness, at the moment I was lost in my worry over what to do with the whole situation and I only had a few moments before the patrol had to begin, it was rather sudden when I saw him barging into my room when I had clearly commanded the others that no one was to disturb me, the letter to the headquarters is a rather important matter, in reality if I hadn't sent that letter then this trial would have probably been delayed even further, who knows how many more casualties we would have had till then"

Of course the casualty he mentioned was pointed at the single casualty of the matter a young man whom fell for an angel and decided to go live with the angels, a somewhat retarded youth making for a rather tragic story.

"Then what about the investigation for the fire?"

The black bishop asked.

"We only investigate the cause of arson in places protected by the holy light, that fire was probably a spark of the heaven's wrath"

Inquisitor Vargo said, not leaving much to speculate about he spoke like a real bastard.

"Inquisitor Vargo you can go sit to the left for now"

The black bishops words causes some uproar amongst the inquisitors, but it all died with the black bishops next statement.

"We will hear from you later for abandonment of duty and violence against believers of our holy order"

These words made the inquisitors silent, they could say nothing against that, it was true that he didn't do his duty.

"But how should I have known that the priest was not in the temple"

Inquisitor Vargo said trying to dispute the indisputable, in truth if the priest was in the temple this whole thing would have become a small farce since the priest would be able to heal that small of a wound in no time.

But because the priest wasn't there and the servants had all gone to help with the fire, the man had almost died.

Of course his words were crossed out as excuses, since he had no right to attack an unarmed man with his sword in the first place.

"Inquisitor Meria and Borx, would you mind explaining what you were doing at the time the whole world was turning upside down, your captain was busy writing the letter to your supperiors telling that non was to disturb him and you of coure knew that your collegue was a drunkyard with a perverted hobby of watching animals mating"

The bishop's words were sarcastic and could even be called insulting to the inquisition's ears, but these were the facts and they could only accept them.

"We were having fun, at the moment we had left him outside he wasn't drunk and we had hidden all bottles, thus we thought that we had some time to ourselves..."

Before she could end her monologue a sound came from the left chairs.

"My little brother died, how is that even possible, he used my spare sword?"

Vins begun to burst into a maniacal laughter as he could not believe what he had just heard, his mind was in a haze and he needed to regain his conciousness.

"Your holiness I want to change my statement, I'm somewhat drunk and I need some time to sober up"

Vins' words made everyone present surprised whether he was the same man whom was at the stand just a few minutes ago.

"Request denied, you had your chance, but you decided to come up drunk and with no respect for the holy, you will get your just deserves later"

The black bishop was merciless, but to his words, the two inquisitors at the stands rejoiced for some reason.

"It's not fair! The high inquisitor said that if I take the blame everything will be alright, he lied to me!"

Vins was either an idiot or he was too much drunk to understand what he was saying.

"Don't give the drunk man's words any serious thoughts, inquisitor Meria, you said you had fun while he was still not drunk, how long did you consider to have fun knowing that a few moments before you had to go on patrol you were still having fun like two wild animals"

The bishop's words made the two naive inquisitors understand that their words weren't very fitting for the court, but they could do nothing better because of the blacksmith whom had already said that they were both inside, if they lied, they would meet an even worse fate.

"Both of you can go sit to the left and await for judgement on charges of abandoning your duty"

The black bishop's words sounded, but it was not a death sentence at least.

"Priest Pope, do come inside and tell us your side of the story, of what happened that day"

The black bishop said with a voice of a predator, if Pope said some stupid thing, he would no doubt eat him whole.

Pope was rather average, somewhat plumpy and was wearing glasses, his priest robes didn't hide much of his sloppy stomach.

"Your holiness, I plead guilty, I'm guilty for the charge of my angel being too gorgeous for mere mortal to glance upon, that's also the reason I don't summon her much, I plead guilty for wanting to help a fellow templar to keep his wallet full and a poor girl finding a pillar to lean upon, I plead guilty for leaving the temple to help the villagers put out the flames, truth was that I too had went to the Inquisitors before leaving but the guy who's drunk now told me that their leader said that non was to disturb him, even me, even if the demons attack our holy village"

Pope's words were like a spear in Vargo's neck as he was sitting there rather satisfied till then.

"Truth is that I had no idea that our religion even allows for people to be prostitutes, I thought that I could solve the matter just by giving the girls a shoulder to lean upon, how should I have known that templar Nelson over there only wanted to fuck, but not marry, as a man I can understand free love, in my world that aspect is rather liberal, but I thought that this world was different, because the holy writings say that only people in love can do the holy mating ritual, like Inquisitor Borx and Meria, I really cannot understand why you would even condemn their act of love, In truth I would love to marry them at my village"

His words were like a storm of swords turning all hopes into pieces.

"As for the dead youth, I can only offer my condolesence, I'm trully sorry that my powers aren't strong enough to cure mental tardiness, even is parents and brother seem to suffer from the same decease"

These words sounded more like insults at first thought, but after experiencing all that they had today, they were already sure that this decease existed and it was probably a dangerous plague that made everyone's minds into mush, otherwise they could not explain how on earth a single place could have so many problems.

"by the way the cut on the blacksmith was a single scratch, even if I wasn't there any of the Inquisitor's angels could have healed him"

Pope's blubbering mouth made all those present wanting to murder him, be they templars, inquisitors or priests.

"Priest Pope, could you explain why you went out of the temple again?"

The black bishop wanted to eat him alive at the moment, but he gave him a second chance to answer.

"Well I was at the temple when I saw smoke at the distance, the two servants were long gone, thus I went to ask the Inquisitors about it, the inquisitors were all busy thus I went myself"

Pope said, this statement was rather easy to understand, showing the incapability of the inquisition sent to serve at his area.

"Priest Pope what's your opinion on the templars and Inquisitors or your village"

This question was of course a rather thorny question, but the black bishop had his own reasons for asking it.

"They are rather good fellows and know their job, if there was a chance to work with them in the future I wouldn't say no, they are all professionals in what they do"

His words were probably the biggest insult to the holy order since it was formed, a majority of them would probably be thrown out of the order after the trial.

"Then I have a rather nice proposal, that could make everyone happy, Priest Pope will be sent ot precide a village on the first floor of the dungeon pillar, I hope that the Templars and Inquisitors of the village will decide wisely and serve with him in the Evernight floor and shine your holy light together to help others"

The black bishop's words made everyone shocked, but most of all Pope.

"Wait, I don't want to go into the dungeon and why is it called evernight floor, is it really dark there, wait can I select only the ones I like as my Templars and Inquisitors..."

Pope's words made all of those present want to burrow their heads in the ground just to not hear him anymore, but they suddenly stopped comming out of his mouth.

"Blessing of silence!"

"I hope you will get along with your friends since you are such a nice group, I hope that the light of Ecclesis will guide you well"

The one whom silenced him was the God-king himself, in truth they had long decided on his punishment for the angel loving affair, thus they would have sent him to the dungeon pillar even if he had done nothing wrong.

The other eight didn't know if they were lucky or unlucky, ending up with a priest like him, but they didn't really care.

"Last witness, the prostitute called Ass may come to the stands"

The black bishop said and a somewhat plumpy, well not really fat, you could call her the average of how people looked 40years ago,her skin was black, and her hair was blue.

Her face was full in makeup, you could easily call her a clown if she added only a tiny bit more.

"Your holiness I would like to ask for your permission to marry Oven"

The girl's request was rather sudden and non of the people understood whom Oven was, until the Innkeeper's son jumped from his seat and shouted.

"I too want to marry you Ass"

He was the plumpy but confused boy whom couldn't even speak strait at the time, but now he looked as if the clouds in his mind had all cleared leaving on her image behind.

"Poor Nelson, now he will need to pay double to fuck her"

Pope said making everyone present look at him with a glare as if they were about to eat him.

"I told you we should have just burned the whole village down"

The Grand inquisitor whispered to the black bishop as he passed next to him.