"Welcome back, Saint Seer," Sylvester greeted the bald spymaster of the church, the man he despised the most and yet, could not do anything against.
"I hope your visit to the nearby duchies was fruitful."
The Saint Seer, with his keen perception, could not help but detect the air of indifference in Sylvester's voice, an unmistakable sign that any shred of respect he may have once commanded had been forever lost.
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