Chapter 87: Resolution – Part 2
Arreira waves his hand again, and a wooden table literally grows out of the floor, then branches sprout from it, reaching upwards bearing fruit. After only a few seconds, there are a dozen different types of juicy fruits just begging to be picked.
With multiple *poof*s, tea, sweets, and other savory snacks quickly populate the table, and the sll of food awakens our dormant stomachs. The selection implies just a simple tea ti, but the quantity and variety imply a banquet.
"Take a seat," Arreira's voice sounds commanding, but also gentle at the sa ti.
Dozens of *pops* resound through the room as nature spirits appear all around us, and the little plush dolls all dive at the snacks before we can even take a step forward.
Arreira sighs and tiredly rests his head on his hand again. "After your 'gourmand' little friend ca here, the nature spirits have beco extrely gluttonous," he monotonously comnts.
"Gih," Gify proudly states.
Arreira lifts an eyebrow, slightly amused, and slowly turns his "sexuality-bender" gaze towards . "I'm sure Earthling Catholics would disagree. Am I correct, Ryder?" He slowly asks with a husky tone.
We pull our chairs closer to each other, then we all sit at the table. The padding made of leaves feels quite heavenly on our buttocks, and I'm glad that Arreira prepared chairs for the golems, too. Sitting with this new thick tail of mine is a bit awkward, though. I have to push it through the hole in the backrest to be able to sit comfortably.
While Alissa serves the tea, I decide to give him a short lecture, "Gluttony is a 'sin,' yes, but Catholicism is a religion intended for slaves. Though it preaches moderation, it still has too much asceticism to use it as the basis for a moral code. It's best to ignore Earthling religions entirely."
"You married in a church," Arreira states accusingly.
"Only to appease our parents," I calmly retort.
He chuckles and straightens his posture again. "Earthlings are such an odd people," he casually comnts.
"I can say the sa for Rupegians," I nonchalantly retort.
A smile graces his infuriatingly sexy lips. "Your new race is already having an effect on your personality."
I sip on my not-earl-gray and take a bite of a delicious not-strawberry cupcake, then I send him a glare but maintain a controlled tone. "I believe it's the grueling trial, the protracted sleep deprivation, and ntal torture of seeing my loved wife die in front of
that has made
a bit cranky."
He gently shakes his head and bemusedly states, "No. Your wives certainly wouldn't be able to look
in the eye while saying that."
I focus on our [Bind]s and notice that I'm the only one who can look at his face. It's too bright. In fact, his body is the only source of light in this entire room.
I look at the girls, and they all seem as confused as I am.
Arreira waves his hand, and a booklet materializes in the air in front of him. "Let's leave that for later. We must start with your evaluation," he dismissively comnts and starts flicking through his notes.
Lina suddenly decides to look him in the face and squints her eyes, then she boldly asks, "Wait… so you're really Arreira, the Unyielding?"
"Yes, I am," he casually replies without raising his eyes.
"Didn't you… die by Ajax, the first emperor? It's said he killed you by using [Absolute Zero], then [Star], and finally [Fissure]. How did your spirit survive all that?"
He dims his brightness, allowing her to see his face, which both arouses and disgusts her, then he gives her a slightly wider smile than one he wore before. "That fight was all a farce. The fact that nobody questions it thousands of years after the event brings
a small amount of pride in our acting.
"He didn't kill . We pretended that he did to end the war. After I was sure that my succession would go smoothly, I ca into my tomb and committed suicide, then I used [Trap Soul] on myself to bind my soul to the dungeon's core."
"Wow…" Lina mutters, and we all agree, though we're more muted in our awe.
"'Wow,' indeed…" He whispers and chuckles once, then returns to his booklet.
Lina clenches her fists to gather her boldness once again. "And, uh… why are you speaking in Andraste instead of Ingua?"
"I have level ten in dozens of languages, but only Ryder and Yulania know that language," -he raises his eyes from his notes and sends a quick glare at Yunia, making her flinch- "and not even the Golden-Elf knows her own language as well as she should.
"It seems that Andraste is gradually taking over the realm, which isn't what I'd predicted, but it's still salvageable with cultural stimulation…" He lowers his voice until it becos a re mumble, then focuses completely on his booklet.
With a bit of help from
and Alissa, the girls all manage to get over their arousal from the re sight of his face, and his presence starts to feel a lot more "normal" than it did before.
Our hunger quickly grows more pronounced, so we stuff ourselves with food while we wait.
After a minute or so, the booklet is lowered, and Arreira stares at us again, his annoyingly strong gaze making us freeze for a split-second. The amusent of before is gone as he coolly starts his speech, "Let us begin chronologically. After I committed suicide, I put the dungeon on 'sleep mode' and cut off my own consciousness, leaving only a small sub-process to monitor changes in my own Thread of Fate."
"You can see the Threads?" Ciel interrupts, her curiosity overcoming her wariness.
"Most God-Rulers can, in so way or another…" -He frowns- "or could. You've all stopped using that title, which is a sha since it's a good fit for our kind, but I digress. After thousands of years, I believe, I didn't pay attention to the passing of ti, sothing happened. A new bond appeared in my own Thread, so I surfaced the dungeon and waited." -He spares a glance towards Ted- "If what the golems said is true, then that appearance coincides with your arrival in this realm."
The way he speaks without moving his mouth is creepy and off-putting, and I feel like he's just flexing his magical powers to impress us, then I rember that Pua, the Gaping Maw, also spoke like this, and that makes
a bit curious.
Before I can ask, he continues blabbering, "I've been greeting and wiping the mories of all that co into the dungeon, and when your group arrived, I instantly recognized that you were 'different.'"
"Wait, how did you wipe our mories so easily?" Yunia interrupts, her thin golden eyebrows knitted in concern.
Arreira smiles cheekily, and it takes a bit of effort from her to avoid blushing. "The teleport thod was definitely not normal, didn't you notice? Anyone who used it passed out instantly, and then there were all the tis when you slept inside the dungeon, so it was trivial to wipe your mories after a brief questioning."
"I see…" Yunia whispers as the realization dawns on all of us. We've been in his grasp ever since we entered this dungeon.
He turns to his booklet and starts reading from it, "So, for the first level, your performance exceeded expectations," -he sends us all a gentle glance- "so I increased the number of monsters coming after you to test how you'd react, and that also had favorable results, though I was expecting greater carnage instead of you running away."
"Well, we didn't have the stamina or mana to fight for much longer, so we ran before we could get overwheld," I explain ourselves.
He nods without looking at . "Precisely. I wanted to test your limits and achieved exactly that. Now, for the second level, it wasn't a significant test as there were many other adventurers living within, but your short speech to disperse Lord Mavel's n was a nice performance, well done."
Hana smiles smugly while Ciel awkwardly scratches her cheek.
He barely gives them any ti to process his words before continuing, "After that, you passed through a series of battles without a single problem, and let
say that the way you dealt with the Uspidor by pushing it off the arena was very amusing." -He smiles without turning to look at us- "I always hated those types of monsters, so it's very satisfying when I see one splat so ssily."
"Well, it's definitely not pleasant to witness it first-hand, solely because of the sll," Roxanne comnts with a wry smile.
Arreira snorts and mutters, "True," then he continues in his sober tone, "After that, cos Goloria." -He lifts his eyes to give us a brief look- "It's curious how the poem I created had so similarities to an Earthling poem, and it's not the only similarity that exists between our two realms, humans existing in both worlds not-withstanding."
I raise my eyebrows in surprise and quickly swallow the cupcake I was eating so that I can comnt, "Oh, right… I did feel like I'd heard it sowhere before. I've found quite a few similarities between our worlds myself."
Arreira hums in acknowledgnt and continues, "Then you solved the door puzzle so easily that I felt reluctant to let you pass. I admit, I didn't want a human to be the first to go through, but all six Crown Lords disappointed , so I decided to test you."
"All six…? I only knew that my father and Confiel ca," Yunia curiously comnts.
"Yes, all six. Confiel was the only one to find the hidden door, but I felt that he lacked creativity, so I didn't let him pass. Your father was obsessed with this dungeon, searching for anything that would give him power, but I didn't want to give anything like that to him, so I led him in circles inside the castle."
Arreira's tone is casual, but it hurts Yunia's feelings to find out that her father's final days were spent being made a fool.
We caress her through [Bind] for a mont to comfort her, then we turn our attention back to Arreira again.
"So, what was the real answer to the door?" I anxiously ask.
"There was none," he answers cheekily with a subtle smile. "I carefully observed how you reacted, and then deed your group 'interesting' enough to allow you to pass… but I did make things a bit harder after hearing your flippant speech."
Ciel and Alissa send
smug looks, so I decide to ignore them for a mont.
"It wasn't really that hard, though," Hana questions puzzledly and crosses her arms.
"I noticed…" He bitterly admits, then returns to his usual tone. "Which is why I made so many of the enemies in the Looping Winds Station invincible."
"How did you control the monsters?" Ciel imdiately questions, apprehensive.
He smiles smugly, and his chiseled face shines a bit brighter. "I didn't, what I did was a mix of illusion and mana solidification. You could think of it as similar to a 'holodeck' from Earthling fiction."
"What's that…?" Alissa asks curiously and looks to
for an answer.
I clear my throat and start the lecture, "A fake 'reality' where everything is made of 'fake' matter, but that's not that different from normal dungeon solidification. What I think sets them apart is that a holodeck is a small room, not a huge, endless, open space like a dungeon."
Arreira's smile becos wider with excitent, and this ti it lacks any sort of sexiness. "Exactly," he eagerly responds and makes a dramatic pause to let us process the idea. "You were always in small rooms, relatively small for a dungeon, that is, which allowed
to focus all of the available mana into creating an environnt that I had absolute control over."
"Ooh…" We coo in unison.
Yunia seems almost as interested in this as I am since she imdiately asks, "But how could you control a dungeon so completely?"
Arreira's brightness intensifies for a short while as his smug pride leaks out. He assus a stern expression as he states, "I'm a God-Ruler, so there's not much that's beyond my reach, but to control this dungeon the way I do requires [Trap Soul] and a few hundred years to get used to it."
Ciel raises her eyebrows and lets her mouth hang open, stunned by the revelation.
"You could create so many incredible things with that amount of control over a dungeon," Yunia comnts in wonder.
He smiles warmly at her and counters with, "I wouldn't recomnd it, not even to fellow God-Rulers, but a golem…" -He gives a serious look at the golems- "They'd be perfect Dungeon Masters."
I frown in confusion and retort, "But you said that they lack creativity, and if it took you a few hundred years to learn how to control it, how long would it take for the golems?"
He nods and sends a stern but smug look towards . "Yes, but you're a terrible Golemancer, so soone more competent could do it in a generation, perhaps."
Oof.
"I'm the only Golemancer," I shoot back with a draconic glare.
"Not anymore." He flourishes with his arm and casts a spell, giving off trace amounts of [Space Magic], [Summoning Magic], and [Golemancy], then a whole gauntlet and a vambrace made of shiny black wood appear on his arm. "This is a spell I created as you all 'slept.' I call it [Equip]."
"Wait…" I mutter as I use [Sense Soul] on it. Alissa and Yunia squint as they give it an intense stare, bewildered at the display.
His armor has a fucking soul.
"OH, FUCK! This is a genius idea!" I shout in excitent and nearly spill my tea.
"I am a God-Ruler," he smugly states, his expression full of dignity, making his face appear statuesque for a mont, then he flourishes his arm again, and the armor is returned to his [Item Box].
He gave an empty soul to his armor, cast [Bind] on it, stored it in his [Item Box], and summoned it directly onto his body through [Bind].
He's clearly proud of himself, but he quickly contains his excitent and says, "But we're digressing, again…"
"Please, continue," I cheekily concur.
He narrows his eyes at
in a chilling glare, then returns to his booklet and continues, "After that, I gave you a trial focused on piloting as I wished to see how well you'd preserve your ship, in which you succeeded. Though, I was expecting you to store the gigantic island inside your 'Items.' I was curious about the true size of your Gift."
I keep my tail from swaying to revealing my emotions as I lie, "Yeah… I'm a bit wary of using it since I don't fully understand it."
"No, you just forgot," he replies dryly.
"What…? Nonsense," I apply what I rember of [Acting].
He stares at
for a mont, completely unamused, and decides to just continue on, "After that, you encountered one of my sub-cores, which yielded interesting results. I wanted to push you to explore [Redirect Mana] further, but I don't know that much about it, so the core was all I could do." -I nod emphatically in agreent. That skill has been incredibly useful so far- "Another interesting result was seeing how the sub-core interacted with a pious person like Ciel. I knew that cores had a deep relationship with the Gods, but now I have confirmation of that."
Ciel nods repeatedly in agreent, happy to have helped with that.
He gives her a respectful nod and continues, "Then I had you encounter the Chiras. I wanted to know how you'd react to a completely different culture and their nobility, so I considered it the most important test, but you failed to et my expectations…" His disappointed gaze turns to
and Yunia.
"It's about Hihiriwa, isn't it?" I imdiately ask, slightly irked.
He nods subtly. "Yes. He didn't even know what he was doing. At best, he just wanted to keep you from leaving since he had a hunch, but you almost lost your only way out because of him."
"The situation was so outlandish that it'd be impossible to be prepared for it," Yunia confidently asserts and calmly lays her hands on top of her thighs in a lady-like way.
His mouth warps into an annoyed frown as he quips, "Say that again when you're a spirit, and you'll see how much it helps."
Yunia clenches her fists in anger, but she doesn't have a proper coback.
"I don't care about your ideas about how to deal with nobility, but the situation was crap, and no normal noble would be able to predict Hihiriwa's stupidity," I bitterly retort, my entire tail stiff from the tension.
Arreira snorts. "Yes, he was stupid, alright. Because of you, Oritiki started a war to remove him from power. I had to deactivate them all so that they wouldn't kill each other." He shakes his head tiredly.
Fuck, that's a bit chilling…
"Why did you trap the Chiras? How long must their spirits be held back in this realm and denied Paradise?" Ciel boldly confronts him.
He gives her an annoyed side-glance, then slowly enunciates to her, "You should know, Priestess, that these spirits all voluntarily accepted the [Trap Soul]. They were all dead before we found them, on the brink of becoming deranged, and I gave them a second chance to recover and live again for a short while."
Ciel is taken aback in confusion. "Why… why would they do that? Why would they give up Paradise so that they could live a lie in their fake town?"
His tone softens as he lectures, "They lived for generations before they were finally wiped out, which led to them developing such a strong will to live that they beca as stubborn as a wild Gatun. When I offered them the chance to live again, most of them happily took it, even though it ant that I'd have to experint with their minds."
"You… used them as humanoid experints?" I ask, disapprovingly, tapping my claw on the table anxiously.
Arreira rolls his eyes and remarks, "Earthling morals are so reactionary that it's botherso. You saw it being misused once, so you forbade it for everyone? How childish."
I'm feeling a little conflicted. Sothing he said resonated within , but I don't have the ti for introspection right now.
Ciel takes the lead and continues to confront him, "Even if they were voluntary, you shouldn't keep spirits from Paradise. It's unnatural, and it could permanently block them from enjoying their God-given right of Paradise if they beco deranged or lose their ego."
"But did they, Priestess? You yourself saw how 'healthy' and 'vigorous' they were," he calmly counters.
"That doesn't matter," she grumbles.
He sighs tiredly and shifts in his throne of leaves. "Of course it matters. Don't let our need for knowledge be thwarted by fear. I know about the Three Sins very well, and I've never committed any of them."
Ciel stares at him intensely, powering through the discomfort of looking directly at his brightness. "The Gods still dislike it when the cycle of life is interfered with."
"Which is ant to discourage the uneducated from playing with fire."
"And also so that those who are 'educated' approach their research with extre care."
He waves his hand dismissively. "You can't say that I was careless with the Chiras, they're all living fine lives."
She smiles smugly as she activates her trap card. "I clearly rember Wahinui saying that suicide is a forbidden topic, which ans that it was an issue you had to address at one point."
Arreira hesitates for a mont before dismissively stating, "Expected side-effects from mory tampering. An acceptable complication."
She sternly disagrees, "I beg to differ."
They start a staring contest, but then Arreira increases his brightness, forcing Ciel to look away.
"It's within our expectations that he'd be this childish," Lina dryly comnts through [Bind].
I give Arreira a smug glare so that he understands that he didn't win this one.
"Let's not digress again," he tries to take control of the conversation, then turns back to his booklet. "After the Chiras, it was ti to test how you'd deal with the commoners from atop your throne."
"But why the poem about Ozymandias and all the bits of architecture from Earth?" I interrupt.
He waves his hand dismissively and replies without lifting his eyes, "To put you in the right mindset for the test to co. You wouldn't just be fighting for yourself, but for an entire civilization. If you failed, the ruins of your disgraceful reign would be the only remnant preserved through ti."
"See? How many tis did I tell you that he was a pretentious fuck?" I tell the girls through [Bind], getting a few chuckles and grumbles in response.
"And how did we do?" I gently ask, having to keep my flippancy from leaking into my tone and my tail from flexing threateningly.
"Too well…" He tiredly answers, and sighs. "[Godly Language] is a potent tool for controlling the ignorant common folk, but you also proved to be fairly competent in warfare. Having thousands of years of bloody Earthling history at your fingertips is an unprecedented advantage; we really must recreate your 'internet' in this realm as soon as possible. Unfortunately, that also trivialized most of the trial, so I must admit that when you started to create that sand wall, I decided to cut the test short because you saw further ahead than I did." He gives
a nonchalant glance, but I'm sure that he's actually seething inside.
I simply smile smugly and loudly sip my tea. I fucking knew that he was a pretentious bastard!
Seeing that I have no more comnts to share about that, he simply moves on, "After that, I summoned you before the last trials started, do you rember it?" He raises his eyes and stares at
intensely.
I tap my temple with my claw, but that pricks my skin, so I tap my horn in thought instead as I recollect, "It's a bit blurry and confusing, but I removed the [Bind]s and dispelled my summons, then I… wrote a letter?"
He nods once. "Yes, you did. For your two lovers outside of the dungeon."
I smile and relax. "Ah! That's great. They'd be worried sick if my summons simply disappeared…"
He nods once. "Now, starting with Alissa," -he turns his stern stare towards her- "you failed your trial. The mont a suspicious monster with Ryder's face appeared, you dropped your guard completely. If I didn't move the exit platform, you'd have died."
Alissa's face becos dark and serious, sha and anger boiling within her.
He turns towards Roxanne next, "You did well. Though you still have a very obvious weakness due to your low 'Sanity,' your stubbornness and protectiveness prevented you from abandoning your important companion."
Roxanne smiles both proudly and smugly, then she giggles and directs a kind gaze towards Alissa, sowhat lessening the negative feelings going through my foxy lover's mind.
Then cos Hana's turn, "I congratulate you on your achievent. Creating a new skill is no simple feat," -his tone quickly grows flippant- "but if I hadn't reduced the size of the [teor], you'd have died…"
Hana smiles and gives us all a glance, asking for support. "Then your test was just bad," she responds defiantly.
"No, you were just impatient," he dryly shoots back.
She shrugs. "I've always been like this."
His stare gains a hint of anger as his tone grows annoyed. "Then you have to learn to not be like that."
"Sure…" She noncommittally agrees.
He licks his lips, seething. "You're all so unrepentant that you might actually be fit to be Crown Lords," he grumbles through gritted teeth, then waits for our reactions. Just as we start to show a bit of smug pride, he squashes it all, "Though you'd be the kind that doesn't live long."
"I don't think so," Yunia eloquently retorts, also getting affected by our smugness.
"Have it your way…" He rolls his eyes, then turns to Ciel and continues, "You did admirably well in your test. I was afraid that you'd be too 'kind' to others, but you seem to understand that the value of your own life is much greater than the lives of those under you."
Ciel smiles bitterly and nods.
Then he turns to Lina. "You also did very well. I was afraid that you'd be too ek to stand up against your lovers, but you courageously stood for what's right and logical. You're worthy of standing among your sister-wives."
"I don't think he has the right to gauge your 'worth,' but I agree that you deserve praise," I tell Lina through [Bind].
She blushes and nods, then keeps her eyes down in embarrassnt.
Arreira turns to Aoi and gives her a gentle gaze as he frowns subtly. "I wasn't expecting you to fall so deeply into depression, but you pushed through sohow and discovered the inner human inside you. For that, you truly deserve praise…" -Aoi shows a toothy grin- "but… did you realize that you killed yourself, repeatedly?"
"What?" Aoi innocently asks and tilts her head in confusion.
Arreira closes his eyes in anguish. "No, of course, you didn't. I wasn't planning on it, but I was forced to heal you with the platform every ti you tried your transformation. Otherwise, you'd have died."
"Oh… hehehe…" Aoi grins and chuckles like a child.
"Don't just laugh it off!" He hisses, then facepalms. "You're all half-insane…"
"Well, yes," Roxanne earnestly agrees and adjusts her glasses.
"Yes, of course, you are…" He tiredly mumbles, then recomposes himself and turns to Yunia. "You did admirably, too. I used a Weeper to force you to face your guilt, so I couldn't see what happened, but I assud that you confronted your late parents?"
"Yes, I did," Yunia agrees with a somber tone.
He nods, satisfied, then he finally turns to , his stern gaze lacking any sort of frivolity. "You may have passed the maze, but the fact that you don't have any sort of defense or mitigation against your curse led to a disappointing result. You could've saved Ciel if you were stronger. Though her death was an admirable sacrifice considering her past." He gives her a gentle glance, making her beco a bit awkward and uncomfortable.
She deserted Macht due to his suicidal bravado, and he died because of that, so she branded herself a coward, but I never felt that she deserved that. She did have so insecurities she needed to work through, though, so I guess it's good that she was able to get over it.
But I'm still annoyed with the way he's "judging" us.
"Where would I even begin to try to deal with this 'curse'?" I retort with an annoyed frown.
"I don't know," -he shrugs indifferently- "but it's imperative that you find a solution for it."
His attitude just makes
even more annoyed. Of fucking course I know I have to deal with it, but I've just had more important things on my mind all this ti.
"And how am I not dead, exactly?" Ciel asks tentatively.
Arreira turns to her and excitedly answers, "After the crash, I removed your souls from your bodies and gave you all new, fake ones, like the Chiras. If these new bodies were destroyed, you'd still die, but the Preservation Beds maintained the connection between your soul and your real body, preventing you from truly dying."
"Oh! I rember hearing about those Beds," Yunia suddenly exclaims.
He smiles bitterly and adds, "I believe it's now 'ancient' elven knowledge. Over ti, you've replaced elven [Regeneration] with Avgian [Light Magic]'s [Heal]."
"[Light Magic] is simply a lot more efficient," Ciel proudly states with an angelic smile.
"It seems so," he dryly comnts.
"So, what was that… encounter I had with the black tiger?" I curiously ask.
He becos stern again as he turns to . "I was pushing you to your limit, drawing out all of your emotions so that you could wipe them away, leaving an empty husk behind."
"Why, why would you do that?" I question and lean backward, a bit scared.
He leans forward, his face almost breaking into a manic smile, and excitedly answers, "You're a transmigrated hero of legends with multiple Gifts. I needed to know if there was a deeper reason for your transmigration here, and I found evidence of that… " He makes a dramatic pause, and we all focus entirely on him, anxious for him to continue. His voice becos even more excited, and he actually starts grinning as he retells, "After I stripped you down into nothing more than a husk, 'sothing' prevented you from simply dissipating into nothing, instead condensing you into a faint shade of your forr self. After days of waiting, that entirely emotionless shade started to feel sothing calling for it, drawing it towards the core of the dungeon."
He leans back, and proudly announces, "That is the evidence that there's sothing else, sothing faint, sothing divine, guiding your actions. For , that was the final confirmation I needed to assure myself that you were soone truly special.
"In the core was the final trial, an experint I wanted to test on all of you: the Inverted Weeper. As you may all recollect, you had a dream about the past, about a ti you dearly miss, but it was all a lie. It was a dream designed to trap you inside it, but you all had firm enough ties to reality that you escaped the trap with your own determination. For that last test, you all passed with my sincere comndation." He gives us a kind smile and nods respectfully.
"This all sounds incredibly dangerous…" Ciel grumbles and glares, becoming rather angry at him.
"And how did I turn into this?" I ask as I lift my claws.
For the first ti, he seems a bit unsure of himself, and all the "Charisma" from before seems to fade away as he awkwardly answers, "That… was an unforeseen consequence of wiping your soul mid-transformation. It seems that you got 'stuck' as a half-dragon, then the system sohow interpreted you as a new race. I'd guess that Change took notice of you and decided to 'bless' you with this new form." He shows a business smile that gives
the impression that he doesn't see this "blessing" as positively as it sounds.
I facepalm and sigh tiredly. "And why did we have to go through all these trials?"
He becos excited again, and all his "Charisma" returns. "It's obvious, isn't it? I'll give you my 'legacy.' I'll na you my successor, the new king of the High Forest and all elves."
We all freeze in surprise.
"Wait, what? Why? How? Huh?" I stamr in bewildernt.
He dramatically looks to the distance, making his face appear statuesque again as he announces, "To bait the old dynasty, my descendants, out of hiding. Even the traitorous Generals have changed their ideals. It's ti for the royals to end their disgraceful defiance."
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