"Master… did you foresee this?" asked the man kneeling before the one he called 'master.'
The room was dark and the only source of illumination being the moonlight that traveled down the window behind the chair.
The younger man grinned. "Well, kind of. I figured those idiots wouldn't be able to kill the Pope. That's why I sent them to attack the convoy, wearing a similar attire and in the desert. Drakes should've finished the job, but… his holy ass got saved."
The spy smiled faintly. "Still, you got another pawn out of your way. The Pope revealed it was Cedric who sent the assassins after Hades. Now the King knows his 'innocent' son isn't so innocent."
This was a never losing battle.
Even though the assailants failed to kill the Pope, they sowed a seed of doubt in the Priest's heart that he was being targeted by someone he has been protecting.
