"That would be a beautiful sight to see, I think. I will bless each one in paradise when they die." he muttered.
"My men also fight for the survival of our ways, in Phoride." Orren reminded the ArchBishop that there was more than just he, as a reason to fight in Pomperaque.
"There has been a great error on your part, so I believe!" Orren said.
"I cannot make errors!" the ArchBishop rebuked him. "Watch your words, Orren. No matter if you are my most favoured cardinal I will have you killed if you continue."
"Have me killed, then! If you can find someone who will do it!" Orren threatened back to his master.
Manguino was angry, and like a child, he turned his face back to the window and pouted as he stared out.
"I have found that the prophesy is clear, and yet we all have sought interpretations." he explained. "Yours is an error of trust. You have disregarded the two Bestenese and their crow, and you have disregarded my vision of the mons, as being omens of our destruction. I am prepared for anything, even if you are not!" he blurted at Manguino.
"Prepared!" Manguino screamed. "Prepare yourself! — that's what
Jessuum Benitar said before my ejaculation!"
"You are behaving as if you are mad, Manguino!" Orren pointed at him as he drew nearer. "It's not becoming of someone of your greatness."
"Yes, I see that — and I also see that you are not kind towards me while I am troubled about what is being done to me!"