"You would certainly be pleased if I had come alone to the appointment, by now I would have become a ghost under the guards' blades!" Hattar sneered in response.
"I did not expect you to see me this way, Hattar…" the King sighed as he spoke.
"But isn't this your approach, my father?" Hattar's expression suddenly turned cold, and he stared intently at Basel, who sat on the throne, looking incredibly aged, and raised his voice to question him loudly.
"Why is it Harold? That useless man who does nothing but please the Church, in what way am I inferior to him?"
"Answer me, father!" Hattar growled through clenched teeth, his eyes bulging with rage.
Basel looked at Hattar silently, not speaking a word, but Hattar relentlessly continued to question him.
"Reducing the Church's authority and consolidating all power in your hands, isn't this what you have always done? Or are you afraid? Afraid of the Church's power, and just like Harold, willing to be a puppet king?"
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