"Isn't Horn, with his cryptic tactics, digging his own grave?"
Grandiva slammed the Truth Gazette onto the solid wood table, hands on hips, pacing back and forth in the muggy room.
"Your Eminence..."
The attendant had just opened his mouth when Grandiva raised both hands in a fiery gesture.
"He's so despicable. He can't get the redemption ticket himself, so he's trying to dig out the roots of those behind. Does he really think he's a living Saint?"
"Your Eminence." At this point, the attendant finally cut in, "It's best not to respond to this matter, or at least not personally."
"Why?"
"Firstly, it diminishes your status. Secondly, Horn, as the opposing Pope, has personally expressed not wanting redemption tickets. If you rebut, it might seem a bit..."
"Greedy? Are you saying I'm greedy? Holy Father, I am the least greedy person I've ever met!"
"We all know you're not, but the ignorant believers don't know."
