The decision was made to tell King Mortsson the truth.
...
"...What?"
He lowered his goblet, dismayed.
"No... no, that... that can't be! YOU all destroyed it? That... is simply silly!"
The old Einheri felt his fist grip around his goblet tighten, his glove squeaking as he squeezed.
"Aye, tis' true mate. Our apologies fer not lettin' ya' have a slice off'th cake fore' we took it all for ourselves."
"I'm sure there are still many stragglers left wandering around. Some ships did crash land on the island." Summers said; "It would be a relief if those were cleaned up before they pose a threat to any innocent citizens of the nation."
"Troo that be. Now, we must be on our way, fair Einheri. Well be yer' day."
He raised his hand, stopping everyone in their tracks.
"You destroyed the Invincible, depriving me of my chance, even when I was the lone Mythic brave enough to set foot towards it. Unbelievable... Then, you must be very formidable yourselves."
Seannsa and Catastrovania merely regarded him with silence.
"...So then, if I were to defeat you all myself, I could claim to be even stronger. My victory would be proof of such."
"Why fight us? You are Immortal, but you don't stand a chance against us all." Summers said, trying to diffuse his motive.
King Mortsson shakes his head; "If I were to defeat you, I might salvage my damaged honor on this day! As a Woldorian, I can see only that choice! To fight you now, or forever live in shame as an Einheri unable to be punctual!"
He raised his goblet and slung it every which way, spilling out a sudden font of red wine that circled around, preventing them from leaving. The wine seemed to spill from his goblet without end.
"I challenge you to a duel! You will fight me, a KING!"
[! WARNING !]
[BATTLE COMMENCING]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0aKiL604Bs[...]
<span class="mu-s">King Mortsson confronts your party.</span>
[ENEMY TURN]
[Royal Wine] - The Woldorian Mythic prepares his font for a nasty attack...
[YOUR TURN]
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TRUTHS READY.
Your Rolling Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Your Critical Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Enemy Rolling Ceiling: Rank 5 - 1d47
Enemy Critical Ceiling: Rank 5 - 1d47
<span class="mu-s">Starvation caused Seannsa to start the battle at half MP!</span>
<What will you do?>
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