Abraham was shocked to hear this.
"What are you saying? Worship me as a god? A weak wizard like me? There are other wizards far stronger than me."
Cyrus rose from the altar and knelt on the floor.
"It's not just about strength, it's about your kind heart."
"Make no mistake. I didn't forgive you out of kindness. I just felt it wasn't right that you should be killed like that."
"Why did you think that?"
"Because it seemed to me that you thought it was a good thing to burn witches and vampires."
"Since I was a child, I was constantly told that witches and vampires are responsible for all the evil happenings in this world. But when I saw your magnanimity, I doubted those words."
"I'm glad to hear that. I hope there comes a time when you realize that witches and vampires can be good or bad just like everyone else."
It was night and Cyrus and Abraham were sitting in the courtyard of the church drinking cherry syrup.
Cyrus:
"Abraham, you work for that famous organization, Raven's Wing?"
"No, I lived in a slum with my witch and vampire friends. In fact, I'm not even literate. I didn't even learn magic properly. I don't fit in Raven's Wing organization. It's a place for high class witches and vampires."
"Don't say that. I'm sure they'd welcome someone like you."
"Priest Cyrus, what do you know about Raven's Wing?"
"I know the founder, Levi, and his lover, Petrus. In fact, I did my internship in the same castle as these two."
Suddenly, Abraham's back straightened and he stared at Cyrus' mouth with interest.
"So?"
"There was something strange about both of them. Levi became a powerful wizard, and Petrus abandoned his old beliefs because of his love for him.
Priests have always been concerned about their influence on the rest of the monks and people. I did not have a close relationship with Petrus and Levi and I had not talked to them. But I always asked myself if the devil really crawled under their skin.
Now that I saw you, I thought maybe they are like you. Maybe their method is different from the god who wants to refine his opponents with fire."
Abraham was experiencing a new sensation. He had never taken himself seriously in his entire life. But now, Priest Cyrus' tone of speaking about him and his admiring and respectful look made him look at himself from a new angle.
Maybe he was meant to be more than a wandering wizard. Maybe he was meant to do bigger things than entertaining passers-by in the streets.
To be continued...
