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Captain Warren, Emma, and Albrecht, trailing behind them, enter the throne room, which is heavily guarded by the royal guard, the secret guard, and the priestesses of the Great Temple of Cerulia. Under normal circumstances, a novice assassin would hardly be allowed in here, but Warren smoothed things over with his mere presence, and besides, he was remarkably punctual, arriving for the audience precisely on the hour.
On the throne at the far end of the hall sat King Mergair himself. He could easily be called an old man, but he was a strong and mighty old man, and also a great sorcerer, which was a rare trait for kings of Cela-Mira. Mergair was respected and wielded considerable power under the rule of the goddess Cerulia. Perhaps he was even one of the most powerful monarchs in the kingdom's history.
To the king's right sat the queen, known primarily among alchemists, as she came from a leading family of potion makers. More noteworthy was the woman sitting to her left: Minister of Appointments, Yuiner Kalidar, the beloved first minister and the incomparable jewel of the Kingdom of Cela-Mira. Beautiful, intelligent, and a master of the good life.
Further away from Mergair, in a beautiful red wood chair, sat Minister of Knowledge, Salenar Geranir, the only one who wanted to take Yuiner Kalidar's place in the entire royal palace. A stern businessman and a possessor of extraordinary knowledge in various fields of science.
Completing the list of particularly noteworthy individuals was Aradius Olkein, captain of the royal guard and Captain Warren's closest associate. Of course, there were other prominent names, but why overload the memory of the poor novice assassin?
While Albrecht, alone among the powerful figures, pondered what was going on, as Warren had moved closer to the king, the very lady in red entered the throne room with her companions.
“Lady Salitil of the Cult of Sorn-Tarn,” someone announced her name.
With a charming smile, Salitil headed to the place prepared for her, attracting attention with her extraordinary beauty.
When the demoness settled in, King Mergair finally began the audience.
“Sons and daughters of Cela-Mira, I greet you on this day. Be strong, for we face a difficult conversation about a great threat and a treacherous plot,” the monarch's voice was pleasant and seemed younger than his lips. “Rare guests have visited this hall today. Please treat them with respect.”
Albrecht could hear and see everything from the far corner, but this did not prevent him from somehow finding himself next to the very woman who had recently been talking to Salitil. For some reason, her presence weighed heavily on the novice assassin's mind. Perhaps because the air around the stranger seemed to shimmer? Or was it an illusion?
“A follower of Iggarath in the secret guard. And you don't seek easy paths,” the woman said unexpectedly.
On the throne at the far end of the hall sat King Mergair himself. He could easily be called an old man, but he was a strong and mighty old man, and also a great sorcerer, which was a rare trait for kings of Cela-Mira. Mergair was respected and wielded considerable power under the rule of the goddess Cerulia. Perhaps he was even one of the most powerful monarchs in the kingdom's history.
To the king's right sat the queen, known primarily among alchemists, as she came from a leading family of potion makers. More noteworthy was the woman sitting to her left: Minister of Appointments, Yuiner Kalidar, the beloved first minister and the incomparable jewel of the Kingdom of Cela-Mira. Beautiful, intelligent, and a master of the good life.
Further away from Mergair, in a beautiful red wood chair, sat Minister of Knowledge, Salenar Geranir, the only one who wanted to take Yuiner Kalidar's place in the entire royal palace. A stern businessman and a possessor of extraordinary knowledge in various fields of science.
Completing the list of particularly noteworthy individuals was Aradius Olkein, captain of the royal guard and Captain Warren's closest associate. Of course, there were other prominent names, but why overload the memory of the poor novice assassin?
While Albrecht, alone among the powerful figures, pondered what was going on, as Warren had moved closer to the king, the very lady in red entered the throne room with her companions.
“Lady Salitil of the Cult of Sorn-Tarn,” someone announced her name.
With a charming smile, Salitil headed to the place prepared for her, attracting attention with her extraordinary beauty.
When the demoness settled in, King Mergair finally began the audience.
“Sons and daughters of Cela-Mira, I greet you on this day. Be strong, for we face a difficult conversation about a great threat and a treacherous plot,” the monarch's voice was pleasant and seemed younger than his lips. “Rare guests have visited this hall today. Please treat them with respect.”
Albrecht could hear and see everything from the far corner, but this did not prevent him from somehow finding himself next to the very woman who had recently been talking to Salitil. For some reason, her presence weighed heavily on the novice assassin's mind. Perhaps because the air around the stranger seemed to shimmer? Or was it an illusion?
“A follower of Iggarath in the secret guard. And you don't seek easy paths,” the woman said unexpectedly.