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Mannslieb looked upon the crowd of Knights as many could not decide whether they were seeking blood for the transgression or simply become enthralled to the happenings before them.
None other than the son of Duke Moriset was making such an accusation. A damning one that if Lucian was to be a Nobleman would cause him to quickly call for a duel to the death. There was no setting down the damnation that such a move demanded and Lucian knew this. He could feel the blood flowing through his veins as a battlehigh that he had only just come down from was threatening to come back.
The crowd was looking upon him, Lucian realized. They were all waiting to see what a Peasant would do to such an accusation. Even the Damsel seemed curious as Lucian took a step forward towards the Prince.
“Morr has been my guide ever since I walked amongst his garden. If you wish to question the will of the Death God himself there will be ample time and chances for you to arrive in such a Garden.” Lucian declared as he felt the fury quaking within his heart. So strong was it because he knew his choice of words were perfect, “But such a great Dishonor, one where you have accused me of every sin committed underneath the Morrslieb, must be answered. I hereby declare against you, Prince Gillot, a Feud!”
There was a roar of ruckus and laughter as everyone around them either could not believe the words Lucian had just spoken, could not handle the fact a Peasant had declared such a thing, or that the Peasant had cemented himself as a member of the Nobility.
“W-what!? How can a Peasant like you declare a feud!? You have no honor to speak of!” Fired back the Prince as he showed fire within his eyes.
“You are the fool presenting yourself against me again after your Father forbidden you to!” Declared Lucian as he extended his scythe in the direction of the Prince, “Moriset only a few days ago said that if you speak against me again that you will lose your inheritance!”
It was then that the Dullards realized what had happened. That Lucian had damned his foe with such a ferocity that it sullied the honor of Gillot. Even if his Father failed to commit himself to such words this incident will be remembered beyond this war and into the reign of the Prince.
If it comes.
“You…” The Prince was agap as he realized the stain incurred, “Thoust are the greatest fool I have ever known! May our Feud be bloody!”
Suddenly the crowd roared with excitement as the promise of a blood tax would be made. Such a huge change in the standings exciting the spirits beyond what a simple duel could.
<span class="mu-s">“HALT!”</span>
