Please, Sister Nun!

The Middle Ages, spirits, angels, fairies, dragons, gunpowder, steel.

God and light have been utterly consumed by desire. Could this be an age waiting to be saved by the child of the fallen?

The end of the millennium, an era of strife.

For a baron on the Empire’s frontier, such questions are far too distant.

“If His Majesty hadn’t called up the troops back then, I might still be a petty baron on the frontier.”

“Of course, there’s nothing wrong with being a baron, but being Emperor of the Empire gives me a much wider horizon.”

“I hear the Pope has struck me from the rolls of the Church and excommunicated me?”

“Then let me ask you this: how many divisions does the Pope have?”