Chapter 284 - 281 - Interlude - The Cardinal’s Wrath
Having been forcibly removed from the Royal Palace gathering hall where an obvious victory celebration was underway, Cardinal Matthaeus clench his fists in rage, his fingernails digging deeply into his palm drawing blood as his personal carriage rumbled and trundled its way through the city streets.
The filth of this godless place pressed in on him from all sides-the reek of incense being burnt in their backwards paganist alters, the coarse laughter of the public who were in his eyes all heathens and sinners celebrating the slaughter of the innocent and worthy of gods grace.
Just barbarians whose saving grace was strength, the loss of the Ramie Kingdom as a medium to spread their faith was a devastating blow and the ressurrected state of Carthage was wholy opposed to the Principality’s presense.
Julius’s words still rang out over and over in the cardinals mind.
The fool.
He openly declared that he accepted excommunication by the church, and like a royal decree gave his word that all those faithful were free to depart from these lands.
Best of all, there was no talk about returning lands claimed by the Principality during the course of the origional Kingdoms fall.
The sheer adasity of it.
The affront that he had suffered publically... No, that all of Christendom had suffered!
To have he a high ranking member of the clergy dismissed so casually by a mere boy...
Letting his thoughts run wild within his head, he and his faith had been ridiculed by heathens and warmongers-worst of all by that upstart!
The name repeated to him, a voice included in almost all rumors heard now adays.