[Alucard closes the door behind him, and as he starts to walk away, he hears the beginning of the conversation. It is rude to eavesdrop, because of course it is. This conversation isn't meant for his ears.
But he lingers anyway, listening and considering everything Sypha's saying. She's not wrong in much of it, especially the point about fear. He only trusted Trevor because he was clearly enamored of the speaker now, he knew that. The point about not sending Trevor to the clinic though that's...
...maybe she's right, but none of them would be better off for it. There'd be a dead woman, a bishop let loose, and then what? His father would be even worse if he was taken by surprise from a visiting priest.
Alucard moves on. He lingers on the outskirts of Gresit, and when the crowds start to move towards the city center, he moves with them. Too much of a noble to blend in, there are wary eyes cast at him, but he holds himself apart even then. Walks to the square with them all, and he's so still faced as he watches more books added to the pile. His mother's work and so many other's.
There's a small pulpit not far from the pile. The bishop stands there, and dawn begins to peak over horizon, he begins. My brothers and sisters in God, and then he truly builds. Spits and hisses that these books, what information they have within, it is not from learned and approved minds of the Church. Anyone can print false information now, and no one will check to ensure that it is truth. He knows it isn't, and there's where Alucard cuts in.]
How do you know that it is all lies? Much of the advice in these books are things I have heard said through Wallachia and are proven true - both in my own noble household and among those lesser than I.
[It picks an argument. An argument about the truth of God, and if it is a crime to print known truths. To share and to give people longer lives to spend dedicating to Christian principles, and then Alucard roars:]
Then do this, and see if either of us receive judgement of the heavens!
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But he lingers anyway, listening and considering everything Sypha's saying. She's not wrong in much of it, especially the point about fear. He only trusted Trevor because he was clearly enamored of the speaker now, he knew that. The point about not sending Trevor to the clinic though that's...
...maybe she's right, but none of them would be better off for it. There'd be a dead woman, a bishop let loose, and then what? His father would be even worse if he was taken by surprise from a visiting priest.
Alucard moves on. He lingers on the outskirts of Gresit, and when the crowds start to move towards the city center, he moves with them. Too much of a noble to blend in, there are wary eyes cast at him, but he holds himself apart even then. Walks to the square with them all, and he's so still faced as he watches more books added to the pile. His mother's work and so many other's.
There's a small pulpit not far from the pile. The bishop stands there, and dawn begins to peak over horizon, he begins. My brothers and sisters in God, and then he truly builds. Spits and hisses that these books, what information they have within, it is not from learned and approved minds of the Church. Anyone can print false information now, and no one will check to ensure that it is truth. He knows it isn't, and there's where Alucard cuts in.]
How do you know that it is all lies? Much of the advice in these books are things I have heard said through Wallachia and are proven true - both in my own noble household and among those lesser than I.
[It picks an argument. An argument about the truth of God, and if it is a crime to print known truths. To share and to give people longer lives to spend dedicating to Christian principles, and then Alucard roars:]
Then do this, and see if either of us receive judgement of the heavens!