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“Lucian, you damned bastard.” Were the first words he said as he finished closing the door behind himself, “If I had known that you were touched by the Lady I would have taken the Duke up on his request!”
“And that would have been?” Lucian questioned with a raised brow.
“To sucker from the Holy Grail.” Answered the Knight as he shook his head, “But it's odd that you drank from the Grail when it is in Mousillon.”
Lucian could not help but show his confusion to his fellow Knight, “The Grail has been in Mousillon? But I was graced by the Lady and Morr! If I were to lie…”
“How would you lie?” Gillot pointed out with a small hint of smugness in his features, “Lucian, I have fought beside you once before and I would never have thought you'd kill a Grail Knights. Blessed by the Gods you were such a blessing does not put you above Demi-Gods.”
Lucian felt a tinge of irritation in his heart as he heard the man’s words, “Gillot, you have already figured something out and are lording it over my head. The Gods have humbled me below even the Peasants, you are only feeling your own ego.”
“I cannot help it if I felt I was correct in all I thought.” Declared the Questing Knight as he gave a hearty laugh, “I have won because I supported you, and how much heavier my purse became betting on a vagrant Black Knight.”
“Explain yourself before our horses grow beards.”
“Fine.” The reluctance was clear in his voice as the Knight spoke, “Duke Mousillon has taken the role as Regent as Knights search for the Jabberwock. There is… more to it but he is said to be the husband of the Lady and therefore possesses the Holy Grail as is right.”
“A mortal man becoming… that's impossible!”
“Yet he wields the genuine Grail, and has made men into Grail Knights.” Answered Gillot honestly, “I have seen it with my own two eyes Lucian, both the deeds of the White Grail Knights and what they now do. I tell you witnessing the death of one was something few ever thought they'd witness in their life.”
“Then…” Lucian thought to himself as a sinking feeling finally came, “Then some foul sorcery is afoot.”
“I agree.” He told Lucian plainly.
