Luka's hands clutched at his bleeding side, though the pain was far less than what he let on.
The moment was a stark contrast to the brash, confident man he'd been moments before.
His eyes flicked from knight to knight, ensuring each of them were looking, ensuring they saw his "suffering."
'Look at me, you armored idiots! Look at what you've done!'
Luka was confident this would work.
After all, manipulating the Church?
Child's play.
Why?
Because in this game, the Church was actually good!
Not like in all those other novels and games where they were corrupt villains in disguise.
Sure, there were a few bad apples—every group had them—but overall?
Most of them were good!
Every knight in the room turned to look, confusion, uncertainty, and even guilt flashing across their faces.
What had been a confrontation now felt like a scene from a tragic play.
Luka was no longer the defiant rebel.
Now, he was the injured, wronged man who needed saving.
