Chapter 216 - 215. Nobles Of Denril (2)
Duke Damon Lancaster was a thirty-four year old man who had gained the title only recently from his father who passed away suddenly.
His father was a strong opponent for the temple and it was said that as long as he was alive the Temple’s folks never had enough power. But as soon as he died the power vacuum created by his absence was quickly filled in by the Temple while his son Damon was left with only half the power that he was supposed to inherit.
That was why he was trying his best to keep the side of the nobles strong by doing all he could.
Damon slowly removed the mask that was covering the lower half of his face revealing a young man with curly brown hair and piercing green eyes with a fair face.
"Who are you exactly?" He asked me looking straight into my eyes and I tilted my head a little, my eyes going sharp.
I saw a slight shudder pass through his body before he lowered his eyes.
"My name doesn’t matter here, Duke. But what matters is how I will be introduced." I spoke making him look at me but not meeting my eyes.
"I will be introduced as the Saintess Mirielle and I will enter the Temple," his eyes widened and jaw clenched but he didn’t say anything.
"My ultimate goal is to destroy the Temple’s image and bring forth their true face, if you play your cards right and do what I say then you will regain the power that you had lost." I said.
"What... will you get out of it?"
I smiled as I answered, "Satisfaction,"