United Kingdoms

The historian didn't resist the arrest more than necessary, but he couldn't stop talking.
—I'll roll the Instructor into a pretzel and shove him in, — the writer continued to talk in this vein throughout, and only stopped when a gag was stuffed in his mouth.
After that, he was escorted to a special prison cell in the lower levels of the building next to the church.
—This is a very serious crime, — Mirina said with a heavy voice, after everything that had happened, when she was left alone with Ahelsiy, — we will have to hand this man over to the Inquisition.
Then she suggested that the clergyman take the next day off to rest after everything he had experienced.

—Ah, the servants of the Instructor brought enlightenment and spiritual purity to these lands, and some of the inhabitants, in return... ugh. — the disgruntled priest muttered in a whisper. —Perhaps a couple of months ago, he could have been cured with simple words. But now I'm not sure...
Then, recovering a little, Ahelsiy tried to pull himself together and calm down. —Yes, perhaps you are right, — he replied to the abbess's suggestion. —You have probably encountered such... madmen more than once, but I am witnessing something like this for the first time, please forgive my inexperience. Perhaps I really should take a little break and gather my strength so as not to let down the people who may still need my help and support.