“It’s true! I am not hiding anything!” Father Luizmart screamed as two tall men in white robes seized each of his arms.
He was back against the wall, excessive sweat gathered in his neckband. His limbs were trembling and he had panic-stricken eyes.
“We, however, don’t think it is so, Father Luizmart. Judging from the books here and outlining your frequent visits with a conjurer, you are doing something fishy... something that smells trouble,” the newly-appointed Cardinal Cinzia stated, the disappointed crease in his forehead even more prominent now. He eyed some of the books; most of its titles were about demonology, how to do a summoning, demon names and powers, and how to become a Master of one. It looked like Luizmart was doing some research himself.
It was enough evidence already for the Cardinal to suspect the priest of doing something beyond their avowed duty.