Knights of Tezoth

- Arnold, has that joyous hour truly come when the chains of your solitude shall turn to dust at the touch of a fair bride, and the sad prince shall awaken from slumber with the tender kiss of her longed-for lips?

- Your Charm. - The Knight of Sincerity bowed his head.

- My Lady Alsira, my indelicacy has no excuse, yet the circumstances that have arisen, namely - the upcoming events, compel me in the most treacherous manner to shatter this wondrous moment and barbarously abduct your escort, but I wish to believe that in your heart there will be room for forgiveness of this villainous act.

Arnold de Arriet reluctantly takes his leave of his dance partner and departs together with the peach-haired woman. Immediately after this, the celebration moves to its next stage, during which the knights of the regions had the opportunity to raise their prestige, and with it the reputation of their lord.

— Oh, there is no need for that, every moment of Lord Arnold's company fills the cup of gratitude to overflowing, Your Magnificence. — Alsira greeted the foreign lady lord as etiquette demanded. — From the bottom of my heart, I dare to express wishes of success in all endeavors of the events. I wish to envision a gracious end to the crown festivities, and a swift and friendly meeting.

The briefly spoken words of the peach ruler made her turn her memories back a little, but then they were dismissed as prickly humor. She would not want, out of inexperience, to gift a gallant escort with thoughts that disturb the peace of the soul.

Having studied the schedule of the announced competitions, Alsira scanned the hall for her own inadvertently-abandoned lady.

Alsira's eyes find the lady in the company of three giants: the knight of the Silent Terror, Sir Carnarez, and the vulgar lady lord. It was hard to guess what had brought them together, but in Ciel's voice no discomfort from the conversation was observed.

- ... So think carefully about my words, little olive. Or else a day will come when your flower gardens burst into flames, the paving of city streets will be trampled by the step of armored boots, men will be impaled on wooden stakes, and women on meat hooks.

- Eh, Carneya-Carneya, you need to find your love already, haven't you enjoyed the unruliness of youth to the full? You want to amuse yourself with these games precisely because your soul is not whole, and the emptiness inside yearns to be filled.

- Ha, I would gladly see the face of your husband when thousands of random vagrants are having fun with you. Let us see then whether your so-called love can withstand such a test.

On this crude note the conversation ends and the trio departs.