Reimian Empire

Come on, justify using Alex. So that Ment and I agree.

High-maintenance characters...
- Before we draw lots, we need to address another issue. Now that we know what these "wonderful" tools of the Emperor are capable of, I'm sure each of you has had another thought. Cynius was undoubtedly a very brave and kind man; he possessed wisdom. And as a spiritual person, I can empathize with him. I did everything I could to ensure that Kamiasama would not forget his sacrifice. You can rest assured that his soul is safe. The "heretic" and demon worshiper, Reinis Reim, got nothing. I won't dwell on the fact that we have no other chance to get out of here. We've long since figured out what we were getting into when we signed up for this mission. Your resolve may have wavered after what you saw, but mine has only strengthened. At the moment, our duty is to do everything we can to ensure that the death of the holy father is not in vain. And I, personally, am ready to do anything. That's what I was trained for, that's what I've done my whole life.
Aiyano paused, closed her eyes, and pointed to Tristan's body:
- Instead of wasting our own lives, we have another option. The priest said that the soul has left this unfortunate man's body. My own feelings can only confirm his words. Perhaps in your culture, a person's remains are considered something sacred and taboo, but my beliefs elevate the spirit of the individual to the forefront... We must try to place this body in one of the meat grinders," the priestess said sharply, looking sternly at those present. "It may not do anything. Perhaps the demon worshiper cast a spell that requires a conscious sacrifice. But we have nothing to lose, and neither does he. This unfortunate man cannot be saved, but that is the nature of demonic evil, which attracts certain fools. This attempt may save one of us and increase our chances of destroying the source of evil in this accursed palace, and subsequently saving ourselves." That is my opinion.
Miko finished her speech, turned away, and walked to the armchair, her gaze fixed gloomily on the monstrous device where the suffering priest had died.