Cross Formation

Benjamin glared at the bishop with a heavy heart.

The move to seize the Long River Town was going so smoothly and the King’s performance was so on point that they had almost brazenly walked into the city hall to seize the town. Who would have excepted the bishop to suddenly turn up?

He had previously even scanned the town to ensure the bishop was not there.

Could this be a trap? Had the Church already predicted that they would take down Long River Town and so awaited their arrival? But... If this was a trap, then the bishop wouldn’t be alone.

Benjamin’s couldn’t figure it out.

In any case, the enemy was already before him, so he could do nothing but put these thoughts aside. On the bright side, a lone bishop couldn’t be that hard to eliminate.

"I was hoping you would know your place and avoid tainting the King’s honour," The old bishop hissed as he stared at Benjamin vengeful eyes.