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Callous is how you'd describe this man. You can't demand everyone have sympathy for monsters, but to prevent a doctor from visiting her patient? To keep her from finishing her medicine? Disgusting!
''Callous disregard...'' The words slip out of your mouth in a whisper. Forcing your way in-
Wait. <span class="mu-i">Callous disregard.</span>
During your childhood, there were times when your parents stayed in a city for a handful of months. That was when you truly suffered the grueling agony of brain-rotting studies with genuinely competent tutors who, alas, couldn't learn how to motivate you. Laws, church customs, rituals... Nothing truly stuck back then, during your not-so-kind rebellious phase, but a few things somehow managed to cram themselves inside your distracted childhood head.
''Are you aware, sir Belmont, that you are in breach of King Leopold decree? The land of Fallerin still obeys the Survivor King's will.''
Augustine looks to you in confusion, it takes a few seconds for Belmont's expression to turn into shocked realization. Not letting your smug satisfaction cloud your judgment, you turn around to fetch an acolyte and accidentally bump shoulders with the lady herbalist.
<span class="mu-i">A jolt</span> of energy enters your skin, and a cold, cold sensation hurts your muscles for an instant so ephemeral you'd have suspected a hallucination, were Augustine not looking equally baffled by the phenomenon.
''I do remember but it has-''
''Acolyte!'' You interrupt the bishop. The nearest one is a teenage boy of around thirteen years tirelessly cleaning a cup in a vain attempt to appear invisible. ''Do you have a copy of Leopold degree?''
''Y-yes milady elf we've been studying-''
''Be a dear and fetch one.'' You impose.
''The Survivor King.'' You continue with a higher tone before Belmont can place a word, you also want the remaining acolytes to hear you. ''One of the only two monarchs of the Allied Kingdoms to survive the Great Crusade.'' Augustine realizes what you're talking about.
Before the ascension of the current succubus Demon Lord, her predecessor was a human mage who somehow conquered the all-powerful Demonic Throne. He unleashed a war on mankind of such catastrophic proportions that its consequences are still felt today, more than two hundred years later: it's only now that people have begun to be adventurous enough to pioneer a new city.
The acolyte is back swiftly. You and Augustine stared down the belligerent bishop in the meantime, too proud to admit defeat.
''Are you confident to proclaim our old lordship will, young man?'' You greet the teenager as he's holding an unfurled parchment.
''Of course milady elf!'' His shyness had given way to excitement. ''P-proper annon...proper proclamations is important for any priests!''
He reads the entire scroll and heaves a loud breath.
<span class="mu-s">''I Leopold Rosario Last of his Name, Will of the Crown and Survivor of the Great Crusade do so decree''</span>
Oh, that kid can put on quite a powerful voice.
