"That doesn't make any sense,"
Isolde refuted sharply, her tone laced with disbelief.
"The Church… the Church fought against those strange people. If not for them, the attackers would have escaped."
"No, they wouldn't have"
He replied smoothly, his voice calm, too calm.
"The Royal Guards were bound to get involved. Once they do, there's nowhere to hide."
"I still don't understand. What would the Church stand to gain by attacking me?"
He gave a half-shrug, his eyes unreadable.
"Well, that's a question you'll have to ask yourself."
"Huh?"
Her brows furrowed, more confused than ever.
"Think about it. From our perspective—from my father's point of view—you were simply trying to eliminate the surveillance on you. Give yourself a window to plot some grand scheme."
She nodded, slowly, almost reluctantly, as he continued.
