Chapter 13: Sensing Intentions
A cloaked priest stood silently at the door, pulling the key stuck in the lock and pushing it aside, but he didn’t enter and instead stepped back respectfully, placing his back against the wall like a loyal guard.
Sollivan wasn’t surprised by this behavior, and with complete calm, he stood up from his bed, brushed off some straw clinging to his torn and messy clothes, and stood respectfully as well.
He didn’t know who the important person was who had honored him with their presence, but he didn’t want to violate the etiquette of the meeting or show disrespect.
He didn’t have to wait long, and after a few seconds, the light in the long corridor grew brighter. Then a tall young man entered, holding a torch in his hands that emitted a very bright white light, unlike the light of ordinary torches.
"An enhanced torch?" Sollivan’s gaze lingered on the torch for a second before shifting to the young leader, Blear, who stood silently at the door, staring at him with dagger-like sharp eyes, as if they wanted to cut him to pieces.
Sollivan twisted his lips slightly and resisted the urge to laugh, but he didn’t show any change in his expression and maintained a calm face. With complete politeness, he slightly bent his back, placed his left hand on his chest, and greeted Blear.
"Greetings to the young leader."
His words and tone were full of respect, and he even showed a vague look of longing that made Blear, who was standing angrily, furrow his brows in surprise at what he saw.
But Blear’s anger didn’t subside, and in a tone devoid of respect and filled with disgust, he said.
"Your sweet tongue and ridiculous flattery won’t change your status as a filthy hybrid."
Sollivan raised his head and lowered his hand calmly, replying in a very ordinary tone.
"I know, and I’m not seeking to change anything." His way of speaking wasn’t rude, but it carried some indifference within it, and that’s exactly what Sollivan felt.