Sir Dickbin waved his hand at the accompanying deputy officer, pinched his nose, and walked to the side, cursing as he gave orders.
"Don't just stand there like idiots, get to work, hurry and finish quickly… Damn, it's truly desecration!"
The sixteen-year-old boy from earlier approached him with reddened eyes, grasping his rifle tightly, and said through clenched teeth.
"Sir, we should send this evidence to the Holy City! Let the Church Court see, let the people of the Empire see what these mages are up to!"
Dickbin replied impatiently.
"It's useless, that's a waste of effort. Do you think the nobles of the Holy City are blinder or dumber than you?"
"But we have to prove—"
"The issue isn't whether we can prove it, but that even if we do, it doesn't matter because the Aus Empire doesn't care about these things at all."
When he said this, Sir Dickbin's eyes were somewhat complicated.
