112. Raining Gifts

"So, I'm a sun-fucker? I must say, I have never heard such a word before, but it's really ingenious. It does make sense." Sylvester stepped out of the cupboard, where he hid for more than an hour for this very moment. 

In an instant, the little meeting room was in an uproar. Sylvester was surprised to see, however, that there was an extra person who had not spoken all the way until now. A woman in a wizard's robes.

"Don't get up. After all, I'm just a lowly priest. But, while at it, why don't I also chop my head and place it on your table? That way, you can get that bounty easily—right? Fucking heathens!" In an instant, his face turned from all smiles to fearsome. 

Everyone in the room shuddered in fear, not knowing what might happen next.