Chapter 98 - Ninety-Four (1/2)

I'm unable to stop my eyes from widening so I quickly look down.

The puppeteer has her already under his control!

For a moment my mind is a mumble jumble of thoughts put together, giving me a slight headache on my forehead and temper as try to figure out what is going on.

And just how much power we were truly up against.

I don't like this, I don't like this at all, is like every step we take the puppeteer is two, three steps ahead of us, always already there, with plans upon plans up from his sleeve.

It makes me wonder for how long has he been planning this, or putting it to practice even.

”Let's eat.” The Priestess says when I'm distracted while all the food starts to come from the side doors, quickly filling the place with the delicious smell of their cuisine.

The smell was good, and even the looks were quite appetizing but I could tell, or rather, I just knew, that Leonel's food would taste better than that, and knowing that I could have better food then they made standing there watching they eat while I didn't have dinner a little better.

But never say that to Leonel otherwise he won't stop pestering me about it.

Plus who leaves their servants watching while they eat? This should be some kind of torture, or a patience test.

An entire pig is stretched out right in the middle of the table, with slices already cut on the side so the ladies could reach and serve themselves without much effort, as well as fresh fruits and bread, beyond many more plates that I didn't bother looking at because I woulnd't be eating anyway.

They eat in an eerie silence were only the clashing of tableware could be heard, probably afraid to disturb the High Priestess, but did not bother hiding how they keep sharing looks, mostly mocking or narrowing their eyes in a silence chat that I was unable to keep up.

Even though some of them haven't finished with their plates yet once the High Priestess lays her fork and knife down to the side all do the same, some faster than the others, and look attentively at her.

Never saw such a messy group behave in such a well-mannered way, the High Priestess must be really fierce.

She stops for a while, as if letting the suspense set as she looks at each and every single one on the table in the eye before she starts talking:

”A man, literate in writing, if put in a village of common folks, will think himself a smart man. However, if same person is put in a house full of writers and poets, his intelligence will be harshly criticized and a fool he will be.”

”If one of you here think you are the smartest, wisest person in the room, then you should first change rooms to say as such until there are no rooms left, until you are truly capable.”

”And tonight, Sisters, I'm here to tell you how I, for years, thought that there were no more rooms left for me to go to; and how wrong I was.”

”Tonight, Sisters, we will make history as the ones guided by the Goodness herself into the righteous path, and the ones who brought true enlightenment to the church.”