"Qué guarro! In the glory of the Almighty, I witness such ugliness and baseness, even the manure in pigsties and the corpse maggots in Hell are cleaner than the tears of your repentance…"
"Aha! Come on! Chachu, Carlo, Antonio! You actually bow to the barbaric Natives, seek forgiveness from the Fake God of the heathens… Ignorant and foolish deluded ones, do you fear the axe and knife of the Natives but not the judgment of the Almighty?! I will remember the names of your blasphemy, and so will the Lord!"
"Do it! You've all worshiped the Fake God and Evil Demon, what do you fear now?… The Almighty knows all and judges all! The fire of Purgatory has long been ignited for you!"
On the oar-sailed longship, under the gaze of dozens of Kingdom's Warriors, the scribe Rodrigo knelt on the deck, his aged head held high. Beside him, Royal Family steward Gutierrez pressed his lips tight, his face full of unease, anxiety, and fear.
