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"And indeed, what was that stunt he pulled?" — without letting it show, Vargas peers into the empty eye sockets of the second dead face in this city, trying to read something from it.
"You are certainly right, Your Highness, but it was a pleasure for me to take part in honor of Their Lordships and to meet the lords and ladies I had not had the pleasure of knowing before. Besides... it is always useful to see what others can do," — a shadow of a flashback flickered through the knight's mind, and he almost managed to keep it in check. He chooses a respectful but not excessive smile. "I hope that someday I will be able to please you with a truly worthy result."
"First, you should lose some weight and get rid of that facial hair — dirty pigs can't please anyone no matter how hard they try. Knights of Deus need to keep themselves looking appetizing, don't they? Speaking of pigs, Sjöfnlofn!" — When the woman spoke the merchant's name, his face twisted into a grimace of frozen fear and uncontrollable hatred. "Bring your slave now."
"Your Magnificence..." — The merchant hissed through his teeth, forcing a fake smile. "Sir Alceus Blugran is a squire, a servant, but by no means a slave."
"Hey."
Realizing he had not been given the floor, Vistory Sjöfnlofn and Sir Alceus Blugran step onto the arena.
"My Lord Steel Dawn, from this day forward, Alceus Blugran is at your full disposal!" — Declared Carnea, familiarly placing one palm on the knight's head and the other on the squire's head. "Do with him whatever you want — you can even break his neck and bury him somewhere in this arena; the only limit is your imagination!"
"My Lord Lester..." — The darkened squire barely forced these words out. "I will not let you down."
Leaving the arena, the ruler of Revnland shook her fist at the Dragon Heart knight and stuck out her tongue at him.
Meanwhile, Deus watched the unfolding events, resting her head on her fist.
"This day is like the landscape of the Lunian mountains. One moment my loyal knight delights my ears with eloquent rhymes, and the next I must endure such disrespect. I'd cut that shameless woman's head off and be done with it."
"Your Majesty..."
Yin, standing nearby, wanted to say something, but Deus stopped his train of thought.
"I know. It would inevitably lead to great bloodshed and civil strife, and perhaps my own head would roll across the hall right after. — Mariarnelia searched for the famous assassin with her eyes but, as expected, did not find him. — A cage does not cease to be a cage just because it is spacious."