>>6192994“You go too far, foreigner!” Grigori shouts accusingly. Several men behind him back his claim. “Our beliefs have persisted for thousands of years! You expect us to drop them on a whim to install you as King of the Accursed City?”
“And what of Tartarus?” Eman asks. “Lord Leviathan was clear that we must open the way to Tartarus! And Lord Marek has acquired the key! Are you asking us to abandon that?”
>“I do not require you, nor anyone else to install me.” You retort back. “I shall pave my own way to kingship. All I ask is that you support me when the time comes. And as for Tartarus, rest assured that I shall uncover the secrets that lie within. Once I am King, the path shall lay open before me. And I shall not require this Marek nor his key!”Alvin had in his possession the Agarthium that would forge a new key. Him and the Royal Sages seemed adamant on opening Tartarus on their own, and you yourself had your own curiosity. That this Marek had the original key was an interesting development, but it mattered not. With or without it, Tartarus would likely soon open anyway, fulfilling the conditions of Leviathan’s prophecy. That should be enough to convince these fools that you were the real deal.
“This is madness! Blasphemy!” Grigori shouts. “Brother though you may be, you speak nothing but foolishness!”
“L-Lord Tristain.” Eman says, struggling to shout over the roar of the crowd. The man looks incredibly uncomfortable, and is worried that the wrong word may send everything he’d dedicated his life to topping over. “You defeated Penelope, and thus have earned the right to lead us into battle. That much is true. However, all of these other things you claim. I am sorry but they are too fantastical for us. Won’t you please stop?”
Did you overplay your hand? You growled to yourself in frustration. You hated when people didn’t do what you said. Still, perhaps there was a way to salvage this situation. You were the self-proclaimed Champion of the Goddess, after all. And as befitting of her favor, you did not possess just one Dragon’s Blessing, but two. Could you possibly convince these people of your validity with a demonstration?
Revealing one’s Crest carried risks, as Penelople had undoubtedly found out. They’d already seen Indech, and it would only be a matter of time until they figured it out. Macuil was a trump card. Even if you could convince them with a showing, word of Macuil would likely spread throughout their ranks. If an enemy were to find out, they might come prepared.
>A): Reveal the Crest of Macuil in grand demonstration.>B): Drop the matter entirely. You’ll have to be satisfied with leading them into battle.>C): Write-in 