Poison and Salvation

“All right, let's treat him. Come with me.”

Chris locked his office and strode down the corridor.

We crossed a covered walkway and entered the building next door.

It was a private chapel, furnished only with a small altar and several benches.

We passed by its quiet interior, and soon stopped before a heavy door.

A holy knight who recognized Chris silently pushed the door open.

The count's guards, stationed in the antechamber, all turned to look at us.

The tense atmosphere prickled against my skin.

“Be at ease. The time has finally come for the Lord's mercy to reach the count. —Make way.”

His voice was quiet, but left no room for argument...