Clondoire's eyes glinted with the sharpness of a man who had stopped fearing consequences long ago. He took a slow step forward,
"I have been planning this for more than a decade, your grace," he confessed in a reverent voice, "It began when I met Olivia's parents. Her mother has saved a child once in the words. He was bleeding out, torn apart by wolves. There was no chance that he would survive, But she touched him, whispered something… and he lived. She thought she was alone there and no one saw her, but I did. Since my hounds had torn the child apart." his eyes gleamed with joy just thinking about that accident.
"Then I went to the town and confirmed myself. There were so many experiences like that. Where the people who were on the verge of death came alive or became healthy suddenly. They all believed that the goddess was protecting them. But I knew gods did ot live among us, only demons do."
