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✦ ▪ For years, now, Jugdral had been engulfed in the flames of war. It had taken him some time to realise it, but Seliph now understood that good and bad were not as black and white as they had first seemed to him. It was his belief that Arvis had murdered his father in cold blood. He now understood that he had no choice. Even though he had avenged his father, nothing had changed. It didn’t bring him back, and it didn’t change his past. If things had gone differently, perhaps they could have been friends. It was this ideology that pushed Seliph to push aside his prejudices of the past. Under the Loptuous cult, many people suffered from all different nations. Now, Jugdral was free. As the Imperial King of Grannvale, it was his duty to see that peace kept true.
Whispers of a bishop whose tactical abilities were renown across the land had reached Seliph. If such a man were truly real, perhaps he could enlist his aid. Leif, the now king of Thracia, had informed Seliph he had met Saias a few times, and that he was a bishop of the Bragi Church no less. It had taken some time to track him down, but finally, Seliph had the opportunity to meet him.
“Excuse me?” Seliph asks, approaching the first priest he sees upon arrival. “I am looking for bishop Saias - would you happen to know his whereabouts?”
