Ashu stared coldly at Kidopriest.
That damned creature had finally reached the end of his life.
"Ashu!!"
Kidopriest, his arm still pinned to the door, roared in fury. Pain tore through him, but he couldn't hold it in—how dare this lowly peasant repeatedly reject his preaching? How had this peasant won the Witch's favor? How had he driven me to this point?
He'd been born into a higher station, had studied theology far longer and more diligently than this upstart farmer. How was it fair that all his years of effort counted for less than one newcomer's fluke? Why had the Divine Mother Goddess singled out this insolent boy who dared disrespect her?
All the resentment Kidopriest had repressed burst out in that moment, even as he faced certain death.
"Why? Ashu! Why would they be willing to sacrifice themselves for you?!" Kidopriest demanded, bewilderment and rage twisting his voice.
