697. A Dwarf's Tears

"You were punished for speaking carelessly before and sent here, and yet you continue to commit the same thing." Sylvester didn't greet the Cardinal warmly. "I thought Saint Wazir sent you to some backwater Duchy or city."

"Hecesy?" Cardinal Morgan looked at Sylvester confusedly with great reverence. 

"Peculiar," King Kaecilius muttered, seeing the exchange. "He must be good at his work to be sent to a kingdom's capital." 

Sylvester nodded with a deep sigh. "He's just one rank away from becoming a Grand Wizard. In a way, he's being nurtured to become a Grand Wizard and soon join the ranks of Guardians. It's only his slip of the tongue that's making me question it."

"Ah!" Morgan realized just then. "I said the sinful again?"

"He's been told to avoid using words with 'R' in them," Sylvester muttered and greeted the Cardinal. He didn't hate the man, after all. It was likely a mental or physical condition that made him like that.