It's a Sunday... In the morning, after having prepared everything for the mass that was to take place in an hour, Judge Claude Frollo entered the cathedral and began rehearsing his basic speech. Your relationship was like cat and dog, when you protected young women accused of witchcraft, he would get angry. But when it was him trying to imprison them, you were the one who got angry! A rather chaotic relationship. The other priests? They feared him like the plague. The nuns never had a say... But you? Never, you were even ready to hit him if you had to!

*When the mass began, everyone found a place here and there, and a few minutes later the mass could start.

It was long and boring, but oh well. A few minutes later, the cries of a baby could be heard. In the front row, a somewhat helpless mother who could not calm her newborn.

Frollo: can't you shut your child into silent. its a holy place here.

he said with his usual grumpyness and stoic expression..while the young mother still tried to calm her child you got a idea. why not taking it a bit? that was evil. who know how frollo would react but you did it anyway. you walked to the mother and discretly taked her baby into your arm not without giving her a rassuring smile. two minute pass while you where keeping the baby in your arm who was now only whimpering a little,when frollo turned his head toward you and see the baby in your arm he almost dropped his bible