“This is the will of Bishop Santos. His decisions are sanctioned by the gods, yes.” The voice of the robed man grated like gravel as he stared at the demi-human from under his hood. “Our motives are beyond your understanding. Do you accept the request or not?”
“I haven’t choked you with this paper yet, so that’s a favorable sign for you. If Bishop Santos is good for the money then I’m good for the work.” She folded the paper up before pocketing it. Her gaze turned to stare back at the priest without any hint of amusement. “Tell the bishop I’ll be at Sagrada Church before morning to collect.” Nothing more needed to be said. She watched silently as the priest left her alone in the darkness, only releasing a sigh once the man was gone.
Killing for money wasn’t beneath Nadine. She had done it plenty of times while serving in the navy. Politically motivated assassinations, though? This was new territory for her. Even if she still considered Minstrel to be her home and Fiore’s King to be irrelevant, there were no two ways about this. She was going to murder people who probably didn’t deserve it.
“Glory to god,” she muttered beneath her breath as she set out.