"You are Cadmus Peverell, the Court Mage," Roland said in a cold tone. His expression darkened even further when he heard Cadmus say that weaving conspiracies took a lot of energy. One didn't need to be a genius to know that everything happening was the fault of the man before him.
"Why so serious?" Unlike the Archbishop, Cadmus smiled and seemed quite casual. "Didn't you know this day would come? Or did you think I'd stay silent while you insulted me? Did you think you were untouchable because you pray to a seven-faced monster that thinks it's a god?"
Cadmus's question was sincere, but he hadn't expected the church to be so arrogant as to think they could do anything and not be attacked. However, after a moment's thought, Cadmus felt like an idiot for expecting any reason or logical reasoning from people who believe in gods.
"As expected, every word that comes out of your mouth is blasphemy. You have no respect for the gods or even for life." Roland gripped the medallion with his hand and yanked it from the gold chain, causing the links of the necklace to fall to the floor with clear, ringing sounds.
"Is this supposed to be a joke? If so, I have to say it wasn't funny at all," Cadmus said in a cold tone, his playful expression from before vanishing. "You, a murderer of babies and children, dare to lecture me? I'll cut out your tongue for that insolence, Your Holiness."
Roland's movements paused for a moment at Cadmus's words. He looked at the mage and said calmly, "So that is why Dowager Queen Rhaella and the king got rid of anyone with any involvement with the Faith of the Seven."
"However, you are wrong about something, Blasphemer," Roland said in a cold tone. "Those fetuses, babies, children, and mothers you speak of are not human. They are incestuous aberrations born of sin and lust; they aren't even considered human, they are merely demonic beings."
Cadmus had never heard such an absurd response in his life; it was something so crazy and irrational that it reminded him of how disgusting humans could be.
"I've learned that caring about what others do brings you no good; it only makes life more stressful and confusing, so I simply accept whatever is strange in people's eyes. Why would I care about two siblings making love and having children? Am I going to raise their kids? Am I going to pay their bills?"
"Why should I care about their lives and stress over something as stupid as people's choices?" Cadmus stated his life philosophy without any hesitation.
(Note: My life philosophy has made my life infinitely more relaxing, especially after quitting Twitter.)
"You have no conviction; you see nothing as important," Roland said with a laugh. In his eyes, Cadmus's explanation was just a man running away from the world's problems, living in a bubble far from society.
(Note 2: Damn, he's right… but I prefer living like this, HAHAHAHHA!!! I'm going crazy talking to my characters… does anyone have the number for the nearest asylum?)
"You sound like Darth Vader talking like that," Cadmus said with a sarcastic look, and even knowing these uncultured people wouldn't know the magnificence of Darth Vader, he didn't care.
"However, you seem quite calm, especially knowing what I did at Duskendale," Cadmus said, rising from the wooden seat and, unbothered by the hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, stood five meters away.
"Does the medallion on your chest bring you confidence? I must say, there isn't enough confidence in those remains of people who were considered saints." Cadmus looked at the Holy Relic and spoke in a calm tone.
Just as only the most special souls gave birth to the gift of magic, the same could be achieved with the power of human faith, a conviction so strong it could give life to beings born of that same energy. These were saints, beings who could be considered gods if there were enough faith.
The power of faith. Cadmus couldn't help but notice that this power was truly a poison. Gods? They were merely slaves to faith; without faith, they were nothing more than beings with stronger bodies. At the same time, people's faith could even distort the god's own consciousness.
In other words, if people believed the God of Water was the God of Fire, a different personality would be born within that god's soul. Now imagine how inconsistent humans were; a god could be one thing twenty years ago and something else fifty years later.
The Seven-Faced God was a classic example of this, a monster steeped in dogmas that created seven other personalities. If such a being wasn't insane, indifferent, and cold, Cadmus might as well kill himself right then and there.
"The power of God is not something a Blasphemer can comprehend," Roland said as the gates of the Great Sept of Baelor shook even more violently.
Cadmus laughed; he found the Archbishop's words very funny, for he understood the power of faith better than Roland or even the High Septon. However, talking to a fanatic was the same as trying to explain that the Earth wasn't flat.
"I'll let you take the first shot; treat it as an act of mercy," Cadmus said with a smile, but his wand was already in his hand. Although confident, he wasn't stupid enough to underestimate the enemy, especially one with mysterious powers.
As the Archbishop felt confident, he began to use the power of the medallion, but his confident smile froze. He felt his mind go dark as he fell stiffly to the floor.
"YOU HAVE NO HONOR!!!" Roland screamed in an extremely furious tone. He tried to move his body but couldn't move anything but his eyes. This left him anxious and livid with rage. He had never suffered such a great humiliation.
Cadmus, who had apparated behind the Archbishop and cast a petrification spell, looked at the Archbishop as if he were a fool. "You call me a demon and expect me to have honor? I think you've prayed so much that you've damaged your brain."
Cadmus felt no sense of shame in tricking an old man; in a life-and-death situation, is anyone foolish enough to be honorable? Attacking first was the first lesson young mages and witches received. Whoever attacks faster is always the winner. It was basic, and he didn't think he had done anything wrong.
"Rejoice, you won't die by my hands, but keep in mind that Queen Rhaella truly wants to have a long and pleasant conversation with you." Cadmus grabbed the Archbishop by the collar of his tunic and then took the medallion in his hands.
Looking at the object in his hand, Cadmus smiled, pleased with his newest research subject. Although he had some study of Human Faith, he had never touched a Holy Relic. However, feeling the amount of energy within the medallion, he knew it was a powerful Holy Relic.
The Archbishop's eyes widened at Cadmus's words; a chill ran through his body, but he couldn't even feel it. Knowing that the Dowager Queen knew about the chronic poisoning over the decades of her existence, he knew the fate he would suffer.
"I smell fear," Cadmus knelt beside him and said in a gentle tone. "However, I can't blame you for that; even I fear that woman's madness, even if she can't harm me."
"But you took everything from a woman who loved her family more than anything in this world," Cadmus continued. "I'm teaching her some quite creative tortures; you're going to love every second. Don't feel sad; you're finally going to meet the hell you talk so much about. How can you be so afraid?"
Pure horror appeared in Roland's eyes; for the first time, he truly felt that Cadmus was indeed a demon.
Cadmus narrowed his eyes and laughed, seeing the horror and fear in the Archbishop's eyes. Dragging Roland along as he pulled him, the mage looked at the hundreds of people before him and smiled.
"As men and women of the church, it is your duty to listen to and help the people. How can you keep the doors closed?" Cadmus said with a laugh, but his laughter sent shivers through everyone present.
With a flick of his wand, the doors burst open.
"I hope you all do a good job and help these poor souls find their god." With that, Cadmus apparated away with the Archbishop, leaving everyone paralyzed as the crowd poured into the Great Sept of Baelor.
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Sorry for the delay in updating the chapters. I bought some new parts for my computer and took the opportunity to send it to a technician to install the parts and clean it, replace the processor's thermal paste, and other things.
It took a few days for me to get my computer back.
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Read my other books:
Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (500,000 words written).
Percy Jackson: Godwyn the Golden.
Game Of Thrones: The King's Court Wizard