Chapter 232: Survive
Cass knew that they were going for a full show, but he didn’t realise how big of a show until they were at the edge of entrance to the temple. Not quite near the front doors, not quite away from the front doors, Cass was aware that it was probably a priest’s hallway to allow for movement around the temple away from citizens prying eyes.
They could hear how many people were on the other side of the rather thick looking wooden door, and that alone made Cass realise that while they had gotten the news late, no one else had. These slimy fuckers. Cass could tell that Vespertine was pissed about this, as was Lady Ava, though her anger was far less obvious.
Cass was trying to gather himself. Lucian, even though he knew that touching Cass was off the table, had gently touched Cass’ back and infused him with his powers. It hadn’t really helped, but honestly Cass would take anything that he could get right now. Even if it involved Lucian looking like he was about to get his head torn off for trying to help.
The priest who had grabbed the hero party had them go in a particular order. Cass knew that this was a hierarchy thing, he figured that he wouldn’t be able to get away from it given the world he was living in right now, but it was very telling the order that they did have them go in.
Normally, one would think that those who had noble blood would be going in first, but that wasn’t the case. Surprise surprise, Fiona was going first, while Lady Ava followed after. That part made some sense, since Fiona was of noble blood, whether she had known about it or not. Then it was Vespertine, Cass, Lord Ridgewood and Lucian finishing off the line.
That part was a little...interesting. Cass knew that they had to show preference for Lady Ava, but to put her before Vespertine, who was the blood related son of the Head Priest? Cass knew his family was messy, but he hadn’t realised how messy Vespertine’s family was until now. Poor guy.
Too bad Cass couldn’t really feel pity for anyone else right now while he was fighting for his life.
Sir Forsythe was forced to head to the main hall, escorted by a different priest. He wasn’t allowed to join them, especially since he hadn’t even been in the dungeon and was just there for Cass. Cass could tell that some of the priests thought it was weird that Cass had extra servants with him when the rest of the party didn’t. Cass didn’t really care what some priests thought.
Sir Forsythe looked back at Cass while he was leaving like he was a mother having to send their child away to the countryside during a war. Cass wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t. He was too busy trying to make sure he had enough strength to put one foot in front of the other.