Ghislain watched Porisco ranting and raving like a madman, his gaze filled with incredulous admiration.

“How did he hold himself back all this time?”

Porisco had always been the type to indulge in every vice his position afforded. However, the rumors labeling him a "Saint" had forced him to put on a facade of piety. The moment an opportunity to vent his true nature arose, his suppressed instincts burst forth in full force.

“Hurry up! Drag them all out! Let them see the wrath of the true church! These cursed heretics!”

At Porisco’s gleeful command, the temple knights charged into …