"!?! Evil girl!" — Grinding her teeth, the Duchess groaned solely for those near her to hear. — "Sothing she did! Sothing she has shalessly done!! That devilish thing!!"
Feeling great disgust traverse throughout her vessels, Elenaide could not hold her tongue from letting out distorted mumbles. A horrible sensation she usually sensed, this ti felt revoltingly strong at the curses colliding until that one she deed to be Marianne’s disappeared just at the tily touch of her finger.
"Elenaide, what are you saying?!"
"Mother, please breathe! Your shade is blue!" — Those sitting next to her whispered, alard at her deanour.
"Nhfuuh... You two cannot understand... why can you not feel it just as I do?! ..." — Struggling with the nauseating sensations, Eleanide mumbled on the verge of fainting, opening her lids to glare at the celebrated child who, already confused, t her gaze by chance. — "Evil girl... what have you done...!"
Her hiss persisted, allowing the Duke to et Marianne’s gaze, whose concern was transmitted easily through the distance while the claps and cheers of many inundated the trouble her family mbers were under.
Orland’s gesture followed. Telling his child not to mind the scene, so her ceremony could continue. And so, the child gave a last glimpse to her Mother before turning to continue the last of the public celebration.
’Woah... What’s wrong with the Duchess?? If glares could kill we would be at our funeral, Anne...’ — The foreigner said, quickly becoming distracted from the curiosity as the emperor ca forward to tell the last announcent of this busy event.
"As you all could see. The curse was given... Given by no other than Fenrir through the hand of its protegee. Its satisfaction with the emblem has been delayed, for its material body is still visible for us to witness.
As of this mont, I am to hand the gift I deem proper for the Precious Ninth to receive. Reassured that our deity is pleased with the emblem crafted with the chosen in mind.
Robus Pars is to be worn by a selected bunch the Frotschter Empire offers to the promised we have waited until now.
A squad pertaining to the Ninth. Solely for her to lead..."
The prominent speech of the Emperor paused. Because within the man, thrilling sches were conceived.
’You don’t deserve this honour, eff*ng brat... much less if the hunt prepared was killed by your hand again today... But.’ — Glancing at the old friend watching intrigued his pause, Francois smirked, already feeling satisfied by the idea because of the obvious insults told by Orland in the brief cross of their gazes.
’... What’s this tw*t looking at.’ — Annoyed, Orland thought, still occupied tending his sickened wife.
’Fuck*ng ar*e... I want your guts to twist a bit since it’s fun.’ — Francois thought as annoyed. Announcing his sche. — "It is the Crown Prince, Heir to my throne and Hero of the Empire who is to hand the command of this squad to the Ninth."
"!? This Bast*rd!" — Orland growled as he listened, clenching his hand enraged by his obvious taunt. Calling for the intrigued gazes of those around.
"Crown Prince Zeleskiaz... I grant thee the Honour to deliver this emblem to the Ninth Calla’s Confidant. For the troops thou have trained are to be hers."
The steps of the Prince were paced and prominent consistent facing an official privilege The Emperor was granting, concealing the delight he felt inside... as he also learnt the truth behind the many tasks his progenitor had given and was now to continue with pleasure.
"This Honour shall ever be appreciated, Your Excellency." — A calm reverence was delivered to his Father while his appreciation was told.
"..." — The eyes of Francois widened to the address his son never used. Feeling complex as the surprise was great.
Nonetheless, Zeleskiaz did not stay before him for long. Swiftly, the Crown prince went to stand before the emblem along with the elegant Lady and handed her the pin prepared as the owner of her troops.
"... Lady Marianne...Pristina Pars..." — Zeleskiaz gallantly smiled the more he understood. — "It is now under your power, the troops of thousands of the Empire’s Knights: The Robus Pars... And If I may pledge... their strength will only continue to enhance if it is in the Ninth’s kindness to permit their training to continue under my guidance."
"!?" — Both Fathers flinched at the unforeseen pledge of the Crown Prince. Yet they were not the only ones.
Most present were surprised by the occurrence, yet those involved could not care. For the woman was moved by the fondness of his stares, and the man was entranced to receive such glory from his beloved.
Hence, an overly polite reverence filled with graceful manner was given by the srising Lady. Proceeding to stand near the man, aware by the knowledge of the true Marianne, that the pin should be placed on her dress by the hand delivering it.
"... Allow ." — Zeleskiaz softly requested once her step forward made him conscious of the protocol he was to follow.
The swallow of the man even summoned soft blush to his countenance as his nervous hands lifted to place the pin at the dangerous place a desired woman flaunted.
"....."
Tense, he even wished to take longer... yet the eyes of many could not further be ignored.
The lids of the woman opened, at last, to flutter a seducing gaze to the Crown Prince, mischievous as she could feel as well the tension.
’What a lucky man you are, kinky~... you got quite the permission in advance.’ — Summoning more colour in a man usually impassive, she secretly teased, to then turn to crowd present. Speaking to her close friend, sighing as the fluttery feeling of her natural allure continued in her tum. — ’It’s done, sweetheart... This ceremony, being nad as the Ninth... We now have tools to face the danger it cos with, at the very least.’
Her gaze traced the many heads that watched from below, scrutinising the faces of all. Conscious that danger was too close for her liking.
’Fenrir’s voice was too clear... Whatever it is these gods need for... It should be around.’ — Another deep and polite reverence was dedicated to the people while within, the friends convened that it was ti they should also search for that one we desired to stop. — ’Let’s find it... it’s their existence or ours, it seems.’
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The buzz of the people was a marvellous disguise...
"..... Once again. I couldn’t even touch or get near enough."
From between the people soone unheard muttered.
"No matter. Opportunities won’t lack... Just like back then... Oh, Oregor... None of your allies will remain." — Veering in their spot the stench of the evil joined the air dissipating the darkness no one could see in the clear air of a sumr scene...
— As I said... in the end I am to own what should always be mine. —
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