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The force that Remon used was enough that Lucian’s heart almost leaped out of his body. Such was expected for he had always been a Peasant within his mind. Any push of authority, even something that was suppose to rouse Lucian’s spirits, would have caused that tinge of mortal fear to cross through his veins.
He did not falter. Why would he when such mortal fears were trifle to him now.
“In the name of Morr, I shall demand a duel to the death for his arrogance.” Lucian said as he looked into the eyes of Remon, “It shall be through the will of Morr that the victor is decided. If I die, at least I shall be graced with his garden.”
Count Remon had an expression that Lucian could not fully understand. Maybe it was the confusion the Lord felt there that was being palced on display.
“You would swear upon Morr for such a fight?” The Nobleman asked as he sounded somewhat skeptical.
Lucian gave a nod to that question, “I cannot ignore all the blessings Morr has given me while I live my life. I had always had a good relationship with his Priests, that his favored weapon feels correct within my hands, and that I was saved from an undead. Morr gave me all these and I shall not renounce him.”
The Nobleman took a moment to ponder before leaning back into his seat, “I see, then you are essentially one within his Cult.”
“Is… that going to be a problem?” Lucian asked with what might be a tinge of fury. After all, if he was forced to renounce his faith…
“It will cost you.” The man said straight up as he took out a coin and showed it to Lucian, “One coin’s worth of honor it will cost to worship a God other than the Lady so openly. She is after all the patron of Bretonnia. But within the courts there are no laws about it, and even the Lady will relinquish dead Grail Knights to Morr’s Garden upon their death.”
“I will pay that.” Lucian said quickly as he placed his hand over his chest.
“You might even be rewarded for it.” The Nobleman announced as he gave a slight nod. Lucian could taste it there, a small sense of dread within the voice of the man.
Such a thing makes sense after all. From hearing Lucian’s life and his current circumstances, it was obvious to him that it was Morr looking over Lucian.