281 - Interlude - The Cardinal's Wrath

Having been forcibly removed from the Royal Palace gathering hall where an obvious victory celebration was underway, Cardinal Matthaeus clench his fists in rage, his fingernails digging deeply into his palm drawing blood as his personal carriage rumbled and trundled its way through the city streets.

The filth of this godless place pressed in on him from all sides-the reek of incense being burnt in their backwards paganist alters, the coarse laughter of the public who were in his eyes all heathens and sinners celebrating the slaughter of the innocent and worthy of gods grace.

Just barbarians whose saving grace was strength, the loss of the Ramie Kingdom as a medium to spread their faith was a devastating blow and the ressurrected state of Carthage was wholy opposed to the Principality's presense.

Julius's words still rang out over and over in the cardinals mind.

The fool.