Author's Note: Day 6
For the longest period of time, the entire arena and the crowd therein was silent. Perhaps they had been awed by the display that was just put on for them, or maybe they were wondering about the unusual ship that had appeared above their heads, they might've even been surprised by the unusual armour that had just entered the arena. Finally the Silence was broken.
"""HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!""" And as one the crowd started to laugh. Full blown, joyous, roll on the floor laughter.
Angelica just held her head as she let out a sigh.
"Um... I don't get it." Olivia chose this moment to pipe up. "Why are they laughing?"
"Modern Armours emphasise speed and mobility in their design." Angelica had taken the initiative to explain the situation to Olivia. "Julius's and the other's armours are smaller and most likely faster so they would be harder to hit. That's clearly an older model, out dated by a large degree. Possessed or no I don't foresee it offering much of a fight."
"Yeah, except that I don't know about any model of armour that replaces the arms of a unit with turrets." Sarah stated bluntly. "I have seen models of armour from every battlefield that has been fought in or around Holfort, I've studied them closely for ideas on improving our own armour schematics, and I assure you I have never seen that before!" The weapon's manufacturing heiress indicated the mech armour, her face full of disbelief.
"Under Normal circumstances Julius and the other heirs would have the advantage." Jillian had adjusted her glasses as she assessed the situation. "Small, Fast and Long range are the industry standard for a reason, they maximise the potential offensive power of the unit while decreasing the chances of getting hit. Here is an entirely different battlefield though. The amount of space to run around here is extremely limited, more so with the size of that armour and the long reach of its weapons. Furthermore for Leon this is an endurance battle, and if that thing is as tough as it looks then it's exactly what he needs."
"The Shovel was your idea wasn't it?" Angelica asked, glowering at Jillian her brow twitching.
"The shovel is standard issue in my father's army formation." Jillian looked offended at the insinuation. "It can do everything an Axe can do, and it can serve as a tool in shelter and trench building."
"Well I think it looks cute!" The four noble girls leaned over and stared at Olivia eyes wide at what she was saying. "Look at it's stubby arms and legs it's just like a big teddy bear!"
While Olivia was drawing attention to how cute the Jet Black Gold trimmed armour looked the heirs weren't quite so happy with their opponent as his allies had been.
"How dare you mock me with that Farmer's tool and that antique armour you Plebian!" Brad stepped forward and pointed at Leon accusingly, the others were already taking their armour out of the arena.
"And how would you like me to mock you?" Leon was leaning into the foot of his armour looking at the dirt beneath his nails. "I can take requests~!"
Brad made a series of frustrated indiscriminate noises resembling the hissing of a cat. At this point in time the Judge's mech stepped forward.
"Champions state your names and reason for being here so that All grudges may be left in the arena!"
"Brad Fou Field! Fighting for the Freedom of Marie Fou Lafan!"
"Leon Fou Blackmore, here to slap Five Fools in the names of Angelica Rapha Redgrave, Clarice Fia Atlee, Sarah Fia Winchester and Jillian Fou Patton." Leon notably made no mention of Stephanie Fou Offrey, at least he has some decency in him.
"Enter your machines!" The two combatants did so at once, Brad comfortably sitting in the cockpit of his machine while Leon climbed aboard the motorcycle-like set up of the Umbran Armour.
"Oi Broken Clock you awake?"
"No thanks to you." The ring around the cock pit glowed, a white crescent moon with lines of purple, Moon stone. Light reflected off of the stone producing moon light, which then hit Leon and with the Umbran arts engraved into his body he was flooded with magic power that spilt over into his armour. Numerous screens lit up giving Leon three hundred sixty degrees of coverage of the entire surrounding area.
"Huu. That's better!" Leon cracked his neck as he took aim at Brad across from him.
The Mech Armour was purple and white, its appearance was modelled after the country's Battle Mage uniform notably with the pointed head and long boots ending in points, the machine was armed with a drill headed spear and had four drill type drones floating behind it.
Brad considered the events that led him here, for as long as he could remember he has been praised for his talents in magic, it has long since brought him no joy. It doesn't matter that he can conjure miniature suns from his finger tips or swell storms with a flick of his wrist, because in this country of barbarians and brutes it wasn't a respected skill set. The ability to swing a lump of metal with some proficiency was more important to the people of this country than his mastery over his environment. Even more galling? He agreed with them! His own Fiance Stephanie, vile waste of human flesh as she was, never hesitated to lament how she didn't have a 'real man' strong enough to be able to hold her down and take her! Rubbing it into his face by purchasing her own reverse Harem of Demi-human slaves to do what Brad himself had been deemed inadequate for, and the slight had been allowed because he was universally regarded as the biggest weakling of the five heirs, even by his own Parents! Then after enrolling in the Academy he met an angel named Marie, here was someone who did not care about his lack of physical prowess, with the intelligence to acknowledge his power for what it was and who encourages him to fight enemies at range, not because he is weak but because that is how his magic can shine the brightest!
Holmes: Let's proceed with your relationship with the Five, at the lowest rank we have the Field Heir, Brad.
Marie: What about him?
Holmes: How were you able to seduce him so easily?
Marie: Yah know my family actually has a relationship with the Offreys, I was supposed to be wed to their son Stephon.
Holmes: Thus making six political marriages you've ruined.
Marie: Political? Ha! Hardly! My family was already using me as their personal Debt mule! Why wouldn't they sell me off for some extra cash!? I am uniquely qualified to appreciate what it's like to be stuck with the Offrey's for the rest of your life! And besides-
*Lafan produces the light of healing magic from her palm*
Marie: I am also uniquely qualified to know what it's like when your abilities go unappreciated.
Excerpt from the Interrogation of Marie Fou Lafan
In the corner of the Arena a contraption resembling a stop light sounded three times before giving a loud beep to begin the match!
"You might've been able to bully Marie before Blackmore! But now you face a master magician!" Brad seized the initiative, flinging his drill headed weapons ahead of him to buy time for him, Brad's entire mech cackled with magical power as he summoned the elements to fight on his behalf.
"Umbra you seeing what I'm seeing?" Leon asked stunned, not too stunned to grab one of Brad's drill drones and use it as a bat to rid himself of the other three.
"Yes. The fool has made his armour with a large amount of Gilgamesh." The details of Umbra's analysis were flying by Leon's face faster than he cared to read them. It made sense to a degree, if Brad's only concern was the magic conductivity of his armour to make it easier to cast spells, but conductivity is a two way street.
"Fabulous." Leon made a mocking french accent as his features twisted into a crescent smile.
Brad fanned the flames with wind, continuously heated and shaped the earth until he created a lance of lava. A magic circle abruptly appeared underneath Brad's feet as his control over the spell was disrupted. Brad's cockpit went dark and he was shaken around alongside the sound of numerous creaking and bending metals until finally his armour was torn apart and he was flung out of the suit face first, before he could recover however he felt an intense weight down on his back holding him in place on all fours. Brad turned his head, and was surprised to say the least to see scraps of his armour, torn apart and reassembled into the form of a panther, holding him in the kneeling position, his head lowered enough to scrap the ground with his nose.
"The Winner is Blackmore!" The crowd was shocked in silence by the sudden turn in their expectations.
"What magic is this!?" Brad demanded to know a disbelieving tone in his voice.
"What do you mean 'what magic?'" Leon tossed the mangled drill head off to the side. "You're supposed to be the master magician shouldn't you know?"
Brad ground his teeth in frustration as he looked up at the creature hovering over him. He's only every felt this chill down his spine in a dungeon, and only from a kind of vague but still clearly defined category of monster.
"A demon!? You dare taint the sanctity of this duel by summoning a monster into the arena!?"
"So what?" One of the clawed fingers of the Umbran armour drifted over to the pile of scrap that was Brad's drills. "You attacked me with familiars first." Brad's junk pile collapsed as a figure resembling a black panther walked out of it and into the shadow of Leon's mech. "Or are you going to demand a win on a technicality because mine are made from shadow instead of metal?" The crowd winced at that, a clear feeling of 'sore loser' echoing throughout the arena. "I have four more of you fools I need to throttle before the day's out, Get!"
"Field exit the arena!" The Judge lost his patience with the post fight commentary, Brad let out a harrumph as two more of the judge bots piled the remains of Brad's suit and weapons into a dumpster to take away, In their place was a familiar Red Armour covered in a spider web of welds walked into the fighting area.
"Greg Fou Seburg! Fighting for the Freedom of Marie Fou Lafan." Leon looked to the judge briefly who shook his head in the negative, so Leon didn't have to reintroduce himself.
"Oi Greg I got a question." Leon suspected that he wasn't going to like where this was going but deemed it necessary anyway.
"Hurry it up I don't have all day." Greg stated sounding annoyed by the line of questioning.
"What happened to the armour that Sarah made for you?" Leon made his confusion known.
"That piece of Garbage? I threw it out." A dark black aura of sheer unbridaled fury emanated from the Redgrave VIP seats.
"Now now Sarah!" Olivia immediately locked in on the source of the spine tingling terror and tried to do her best to calm her down. "It's not that bad..." Leon turned back to the VIP seats and watched as Sarah ran her thumb nail across her throat.
"Oh don't get on a high horse with me! You aren't using the one she gave you either!" Greg growled as he got ready with his spear.
"Well you're not wrong, I mean using a war machine for a school yard brawl is a little overkill." Leon stated as she shrugged his armour's shoulders. "You on the other hand went a step beyond that and got yours from the scrap yard."
Greg's face twisted into a snarl at that. He'd rather pilot a pile of scrap than a Winchester Armour. Greg spent years watching border conflicts between Holfort and its various neighbours, at all times the people on both sides were wielding Winchester Weapons. How did they get them? The company Sarah inherited sold them to them! And Sarah Freely admits it! An Iron Monger she calls herself, a Mistress of industry. A war Profiteer in Greg's opinion, and so long as he lives not one single Dia of his will enter her coffers!
Marie: Greg? It's not like it was hard, it's no secret that he hates Sarah and her family funding all the wars that happen around Holfort.
Holmes: And how exactly do they do that?
Marie: She's selling weapons and stuff to the countries in question.
Holmes: They are preventing conflict with various minor countries by selling them weapons.
Marie: I find this hard to believe.
Holmes: "Catch a man a fish and you feed him for a day, teach a man to fish and you've fed him for life" ever heard of this phrase?
Marie: Guns aren't fish.
Holmes: They also run on ammo the other party doesn't know how to manufacture. Let's say one of those countries without its own industrial base decides to go to war with us: how long do you think that conflict will last when their repairs, replacements and reloads dry up? The Marriage you ruined meant that this operation would've been able to flourish.
Marie: That Marriage was never going to work out, you paired someone with a high level of straight forward morals and Values with someone who scams people into peace treaties.
Excerpt from the Interrogation of Marie Fou Lafan
The three sounds echoed out once more as Greg charged forward with his spear.
"You might've been able to bully Brad with Magic but you're up against a real warrior now!" Greg thrust his spear forward, the illusion of a clock flashed as the Umbran Armour moved out of the way of Greg's charge at a close to impossible speed, followed up by the back hand of the Umbran Armour throwing Greg's armour across the arena. The Armour bounced across the ground, broken chunks of armour left in the dirt before it slammed into the wall losing an arm and a leg in the process with most of the armour shell shattered.
"Real warriors don't use broken equipment." The Warlock shook his head as he let out a sigh. "When was the last time you used that piece of junk anyway? It's not like you didn't have time to get it properly fixed." As Leon made that statement Greg fell out of his suit and landed on the ground on his feet, the sound of a snap indicating broken legs and brought Greg to his knees.
"This isn't over Blackmore!" As Greg howled he felt a dull pain in his shoulder, a piece of his own broken armour lodged into his body as was now slowly bleeding out. Medics came to take the struggling heir away, ultimately sedating him, before peeling the armour off the wall and dropping it into the dumpster with Brad's armour.
In the mean time the crowd was getting restless.
"Brad and Greg were just weak right?" One student said sounding concerned.
"Right? I mean look at how badly Greg's armour was maintained..." murmurs like those spread throughout the crowd as Angelica started to giggle.
"What's got you so happy?" Sarah asked as she looked at Angelica suspiciously.
"This entire situation!" Angelica gestured grandly around them. "That Awful Baron is going to win the duel against the five founding heirs! What about this isn't funny!"
"Angelica!" Olivia continued her bad habit of scolding her social superiors. "Leon isn't awful! He's a good person and he's risking a lot to help you!"
"Yes My apologies." Angelica still had a light smile as she calmed down. "Still if he's so powerful I wonder why he chose to ally with me of all people."
"Isn't it because of his mother?" Sarah spoke up as if she was stating something obvious. "By the sounds of the situation with the demon in that armour down there she spent a good many of her formative years getting group bullied by the other witches that were in their clan. Maybe he saw something familiar going on."
As both the armour and the pilot were taken away the third combatant took to the field, sheathed sword at his hip.
"Chris Fia Arclight, Fighting for the Freedom of Marie Four Lafan!"
"I hope for your sake that you put up a better fight than you do during sparring practice Arclight." Leon stated arms crossed.
"Of course! Unlike you I intend to take this affair seriously!" Chris declared pulling his sword off of his sheath.
"So far my 'joking around' has managed to one shot both of your fellow fighters." Leon rested the shovel on his shoulder, the one that he hadn't even used throughout the fight, Leon didn't even need to say anything at this point to make fun of the five fools.
"I assure you I will not suffer the same fate!" Chris snapped somewhat guilty thoughts running through his mind.
Jillian tries, she really tries, but sadly her pity stings worse than his father's blade. For years Chris has tried to master the blade, but he has always been held back by his lack of talent. Chris was considered the youngest sword saint candidate, but what meaning did that title have when he's the only one at his age trying? Chris knows for a fact that he father hates him, his constant failure to match him in ability a constant reminder that he was a failure to him. Jillian only grated on his nerves even more, attempting to take the time away from him that he needed to train, citing that he shouldn't need to devote all of his extra time to training when his father needs only a single hour a day. Deep Down Chris knows that she worries for him, that he wears down on his body to such a degree that he is going to die young even without stepping into the battlefield, that she only wants to spend time with him. But what he knows and what he feels are two different things. Marie doesn't talk, doesn't judge she just... listens to him, listens to him and holds him when he needs her to.
Marie: Chris? You'd be surprised how much he talks when you catch him at the right time.
Holmes: And what does he tell you?
Marie: What he tells me or what I hear? Because what I hear is someone who treats their son worse than my dad treats me. My Parents at least leaves me alone when they don't want anything from me. Chris's dad on the other hand treats him like someone skimped on the meat on his sandwich. "S'cuse me barmaid! I asked for the big beefy boy with big strong arms swinging swords straight outta the womb! This is just a loser!" And Chris still idolises the man. Jillian has been trying to pry him out of his daddy's clutches for years by the sounds of things, but she doesn't have the EQ to wear him down and break that adoration.
Holmes: And you do?
Excerpt from the interrogation of Marie Fou Lafan
The three buzzes rung out once more, Chris charged forward ready to swing his blade. A loud ratatat klaxon echoed out from Leon as one of the Mini-guns on his arm opened fire and blew off the pelvis from Chris's armour. The back thrusters fired as the now legless cyan coloured armour streaked through the air towards Leon, blade raised in a decapitating strike before a second round of machine gun fire shattered one hand and broke the blade in half, yet Chris still charged forward, even with a broken blade he would still land at least one strike. A clock face flashed, Leon grabbed hold of Chris by his remaining arm and judo slammed him into the ground, stomping a foot onto the face of the armour before ripping the arm off. Even then Chris kept firing the thrust on his armour, all his limbs removed and pinned to the ground he still attempted to fight.
"Winner Blackmore!" Chris could only sigh as he stepped out of his armour, looking up at Leon with a glare. He didn't notice but Jillian was clapping for him from Leon's VIP seat.
"That was magnificent." Even after Chris threw her aside Jillian still blushed at him like a school girl with a crush.
"Honour-less Cheater! I don't know why I expected better from you." Leon's shovel cut off the Swordsman's attempt to leave the arena.
"Whereas you, when you saw that you and your buddies had I, Angelica's champion out numbered, chose to withdraw and convinced three of your fellow heirs to do the same." A pause for Dramatic effect before Leon raised the Umbran Armour's finger in the air in an approximation of a eureka moment. "Oh wait! You five went ahead and ganged up on me and Angelica anyway, just like how you Five Fools decided to get the whole student body on my case for the past week, just like how whenever you have anything wrong happen in your lives you drop by Angelica and take it out on her." Leon spun the gatling weapons in his arms just to emphasise his point. "I didn't even hide these things either. You all know exactly what kind of weapons I was going to use from the start and you scold me for cheating? Psh. What a Joke." Chris could only sigh as he left the arena.
"The Crown Prince side calls for a short intermission!" Leon paused in thought his brow raised.
"What do you need a break for, you didn't do anything?"
With Leon's words another wave was going through the crowd, it was no longer five brave young men coming to the valiant defence of a young lady, it was five bullies ganging up to force another young lady into submission. The Male students aired their grievances against the five openly, the women sneered and mocked them for their actions. How quick public opinion turned, no one wanted the five to win beyond the money on the line.
Marie: Jilk? Jilk's full of so many problems it's a miracle he can have anything resembling a functional relationship, and all of them relate to this country.
Holmes: You're gonna have to explain that.
Marie: A word to the wise. An Hereditary black ops group is by itself a massive security breach. Or did you think no one was able to put together the fact that whenever the Kingdom pulls something less than savoury it's always the Marmoria's doing it? Never mind that all the relevant information is in the library.
Holmes: Very well. Relevance?
Marie: The relevance is Jilk was raised to be a scumbag and he knows it. Meanwhile he was paired up with the ultimate goodie goodie. Of course he isn't going to feel like he deserves her.
Holmes: As opposed to you?
Marie: I have four other ships I can jump to whenever you inevitably demand that Jilk plays the scapegoat, unlike the case with Clarice he's not going to take me down with him!
Excerpt from the Interrogation of Marie Fou Lafan
Jenna was sprawled out on a beach chair on the rooftop of 'Spider Jen's' wearing a bikini and sipping a margarita. Then someone blocked the light.
"Do you mind? I'm trying to enjoy myself over here!" Jenna complained as she looked at the offending individuals in question, a group of three students one of whom was carrying a duffle bag.
"Jenna Blackmore?" The one with the Duffle bag asked.
"Piss off I'm trying to enjoy myself!"
"We need you to plant this on your brother's armour for us." The three demanded, ignoring both who they were talking to and whose place this was.
"Third warning." Jenna was sitting up now, putting her drink down as her glare intensified.
"Would you rather that the Marmoria's send a fleet to burn down that third rate island chain your family is keeping?"
"You asked for it." Jenna's hair went through a magic circle, two spider legs tore through the space behind the three of them wrapped in Spider silk.
"You bitch do you know who we are!?"
"Three Bitches about to lose their balls." Jenna stated as she removed her scissors from the void of space.
The intermission was delayed, not because the Prince's side was stalling but as an order directly from the royal palace. Leon had yet to leave the arena, Olivia brought him a sandwich for lunch earlier. Finally a representative of the Royal Palace walked out into the arena, dragging along a chained up Jilk with him.
"Your attention please!" The Guard shouted, wind magic amplifying his voice, holding up a scroll with a royal proclamation written on it. "Jilk Mia Marmoria has been found guilty of attempting to have a deadly bomb planted on the Armour of Leon Fou Blackmore as well as threatening his family!" The entire crowd went riot at that. "As such he has lost his right to compete in the Honour duel!" Now the crowd was booing at Jilk, hurling literal garbage at him, another chance for them to come out of this outside the red flushed straight down the drain.
"He threatened my family?" Leon looked like he pitied Jilk more than anything else. "Does he have a death wish?" Then his eyes went wide in terror and he winced. "You went after Jenna didn't you?"
"Under what grounds has Jilk been charged!?" Julius shouted as he demanded to know what misfortune had befallen his eldest friend.
"You are familiar with Fingermarks correct?" The guard asked turning his attention to Julius brows raised. "Jilk's was found inside of the bomb he made." Without missing a beat the Guard went back to the royal proclamation. "Without further ado a call is made to renegotiate the terms of the duel at once, the Champions will gather in the designated meeting area alongside the aggrieved parties." Julius wanted to shout for things to continue, but two more figures walked out into the arena, the first a figure Julius would recognise anywhere, his own mother Mylene Rapha Holfort, the other a familiar little cherub with button features: Marie.
Inside of the Changing room turned meeting room, the sound of a loud slap echoed out. On one side of the bench, Julius with the side of his face turned bright red from a slap, across from him the responsible culprit frustrated and angry.
"If you, have a single, drop of shame left inside of your entire body you will sit down with your friends and not say a single word."
"But Mother-"
"Not. One. Word!"
Marie: Julius? Julius was the easiest of them all. His parents had him emotionally tied into such a big ball of paranoia and desperation that all I had to do was act like I had zero alternative motives and he was hooked.
Holmes: Is that why you slapped him? Marie: Do you even know what he said to me the first time we met? If that boy wasn't the crown prince he would've been slapped so many times by now his jaw would've come loose.
*The explanation that followed was stricken from the record, less it damages the Prince's reputation.*
Holmes: But why do any of this? Why pursue all five of the targets when one would've been sufficient to ward off your parents?
Marie: Because I could. *Marie's entire body radiated pure light* Because I am the Saintess! I worked my tail off to get my healing magic as strong as it is so that I could claim that position.
Holmes: And all it cost us was the political, economic and martial stability of the Kingdom.
Marie: Me being the saint makes up for that! There hasn't been a relationship like this between the five founding families since the original saintess!
Holmes: And all that it cost you was the reputation of the one person who actually worked to help you.
Marie: Say what?
Excerpt from the Interrogation of Marie Fou Lafan
Julius sat down with the others, bandaged, bruised, stitched, all five of the founding heirs were lined up in the seiza position. Marie walked up to the five of them, tears in her eyes. The Five Fools almost pounced on her in relief, then she slapped all five of them so hard that their heads bounced off of each other.
"You idiots!" Marie screamed hands tightened into fists! "Who told you to go around picking fights with people!?" Marie shouted her entire body wound tight like a spring.
"We were-"
"Trying to help me!?" Marie finished the sentence in a high pitch voice. "By picking a fight with Miss Angelica!? What in Saint's name made you think that she kidnapped me of all things!?"
"The Day before she-"
"Burned one of my text books!? For what she did for me it would've been cheap at twice the price! It would've been cheap at a thousand times the price!" Marie did her best to hold back her screaming, for the most part she didn't even have to act, she was nothing but grateful to Angelica for finally putting an end to her endless hell.
"Sit." Angelica ordered and Marie bowed to her before scurrying off to the side. "It came to my attention that Marie suffered severe signs of abuse. If she was a child living in the slums or a poorly funded orphanage the fact that she was starved so badly that she effectively stopped Maturing at nine years old would make sense. But not while she is in the care of her 'loving family.'" Angelica turned her attention to Jilk, as if telling him 'this is what you should've been doing.' "So I had a background check performed. I even borrowed the Marmoria agents located in the post office to check Marie's mail, where it came to my attention that she was being used as a debt mule by her parents. After that I investigated the bank. And while it's true that the Lafan's are indeed heavily in debt the amount that they are taken from young Marie greatly exceeds what they're paying back, which is almost none. Almost as if there's a third party involved where the funds are actually going. Now while the Lafan's aren't border lords they are vassals to border lords with the Fanoss principality, the Offreys." What Angelica was of course implying was that the funds in question were crossing straight over the border into a hostile enemy nation. "Once the situation involved our national security it was turned over to the royal police force where it was given the highest level of classification. After all if the Lafan's were to find out that a noose was being prepared for them then they would've fled the country carrying everything that their money borrowing practices had bought them." Which is why it was given the highest level of classification.
"But why-" A intense glare from Mylene silenced her stupid son again.
"As for why you weren't told, Master Lucas said it best." Angelica crossed her arms under her ample bosom. "You five lack the maturity to sit down at a table and calmly discuss the contents of the situation." The Five Fools hung their heads in shame. "Good. Now for what we came here to discuss."
"We resign." Julius stated hanging his head in shame. "There is no way that we can continue with the duel at this point."
"It's cute that you think you could win." Leon stated bluntly. "But that is not what we're here for."
"Each of the five people you've offended will state their terms that you will pay for losing the duel." Mylene stated bluntly. "And you will accept them, without complaint."
Jillian stepped forward first.
"For your remaining three years of schooling, you will spend each of your winter, spring and summer breaks in my father's boot camp undergoing both basic and special forces training. Hopefully he can raise you five fools into decent men."
Next was Sarah.
"You five will pay 80% of your regular earnings to my family's company, after taxes, until such time that you have paid me the equivalent to what Leon has earned today."
"Figures." Both Brad and Chris elbowed Greg for his comment.
Third was Clarice.
"You will clean the entire boys dormitory from top to bottom until it is minty fresh!" Jilk was scared of the smile on Clarice's face at that statement.
Finally Angelica.
"For one whole year from today, you Five Fools will not sully any of the proud dungeons that have tempered the many proud adventurers of our nation." The boys legitimately winced at that statement.
"That just leaves the condition put forward by Leon Earlier." Mylene stated simply, a dangerous smile on her features. "You five will kneel before him and the other people who have offended, in front of the entire crowd outside, and apologise for your barbaric behaviour these past few months." Somehow that felt like the harshest penalty of them all.
Review Section:
RonaldM40196867: They are wandering merchants after all, at least that's what they keep telling people. True. Nephilim are human Angel Hybrids, Cambion human demon Hybrids. If I had to think of what a true angel demon hybrid is I would say Nephalem.
hnh058513: Mostly I just lifted the in game description for the clock tower. The Clock feels pretty mixed about everything honestly, but given the choice it prefers to be constructive over spiteful, though it's still pretty spiteful.
RedRat8: Trust me, Leon stealing all their money through gambling is just the start.
Rodvek97: Hope I didn't disappoint.
guest09: Physical scars heal, emotional scars are forever.