Best Effort

Uriel sat back down, but the blood vessels on his neck were bulging from his rage. However, he was well aware that Archbishop Hendrick was a man of his word. The Church of Glory already rivalled the royal family in terms of power and influence, and contacting devils was a taboo that no noble would want to associate with. It was already obvious from the fact that he was here that the Emperor didn’t favour him either. He could only suffer this indignity in silence.

“Good, you understand.” Hendrick flashed a terrifying smile, standing up and throwing an aging metal plate towards Raphael, “Here, you have everything you need. Put it on and get moving! It nears daybreak and we have to finish our...