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"Your words are full of high meaning and nobility, my lady Rezara."
Following Deus's praise came Adata's agreement, after which Renavan the Pious no longer waited for anything — he and the two women, having finished their brief preparations, went straight to the terrace from which one could address the common folk.
"O, faithful sons and daughters of glorious Sordgard! Precious subjects of Tezoth, beholden to my throne! May the darkness of prolonged despondency that has enslaved your noble hearts be dispelled, and may the dark clouds that have flooded the clear skies of this land and the neighboring realm lying beyond its horizon be scattered!"
To the eyes of the people, Adata Transend appeared on the Snowface, dressed in a new gown.
"At this solemn moment, Renavan the Pious declares before the face of Tezoth: from now until the day of her death, the burden of responsibility for the well-being of the inhabitants of glorious Sordgard and the defense of the kingdom's borders against threats is placed upon the shoulders of Adata Transend! Behold the one who from this moment has become your lord!"
By this time, a considerable crowd had gathered below, and a significant portion of them did not immediately grasp the essence of what had happened.
"Ah... Ooo... OooohOOOOOoooh!" — The residents of the regional capital rejoiced at the news; at last, the period of stagnation that had so disheartened everyone would come to an end. "Long live Adata! Long live Renavan the Pious! Long life to the kingdom!"
Emsia Transend, who had run out into the street, bit her own fingernail. At first her gaze expressed the emotion "oh, that was allowed?", but soon acceptance of what had happened came to her — she herself had been thinking of doing the same, but was too late. Regardless of HOW it happened, canceling the fact rapidly spreading among the people was no longer possible, except perhaps through a bloody solution — one she in no way wished to pursue. Despite her desire to inherit her father's title, Emsia would never allow herself to shed her sister's blood. However...
"This will not do." — Not everyone accepted such an outcome as satisfactory. Nosy and her entourage cleared a space for themselves beneath the terrace and took up combat positions. "The next lord should be the most worthy, not the one chosen by that old man."
"How dare you, you little cur!" — Adata was indignant. "This is none of your concern at all — return to that hole you crawled out of!"
"Woof! I can't. Come down and we'll settle it in warrior fashion, who needs to return where. Or let's do team against team, if your hands have never held anything but silk and precious stones."
As a result of all this, the situation turned out as follows...
"I am very sorry that everything turned out this way, my lady." — The Knight of the Crushing Blow said to Rezara, standing opposite her.