Chapter 3
Refusal to Feast
1
When Greylancer returned to the village, he received a message from the village chief through the bailiff's post of the Commanding Officer of Defense that they would like to come to their palace.
"Never would I have imagined I'd live to see you, my Lord. Such an opportunity would surely give rise for the villagers, or so I've heard."
Such a feeling would have been a sentiment for the head chief of a small village located far north where its villagers were left to rot without ever stepping outside its boundaries.
"It does not matter."
This area appeared to be that of Greylancer's.
"But what is it that would encourage the villagers?"
"Every villager here is a loyalist, my lord. Since your lordship's reign, you have given those in the far north the salvation they seek through the special aid you provide three times a year. The local baliff have become truly grateful for your kindness. You were something of a savior to them, my lord. If it's for your sake, they would put more effort into their hard farmwork."
By the time of dawn, Greylancer and his lieutenant, Yunus, were lounging in the living room of the chief's home.
"What fine taste this is."
Yunus let out his amazement.
Greylancer nodded his head to this.
Taking this sign of satisfaction from them, the chief clapped his hands.
Entering the living room were two girls. Their cherry-red skin which smelled of youth made their clothes look not too bad.
"How considerate of them."
Whispered Yunus.
The two girls stood in front of the Nobility across the table.
"Standing before you are my daughters. Sinclair, the one on the right, and Bonetta, the one on the left. The food that you just ate was harvested by them."
"Ah! I see. With these two, it's no wonder they taste amazing."
Yunus was impressed.
"Is everything good with you?"
Asked Greylancer.
The two girls, who were smiling stiffly, first raised their eyebrows and then looked at one another in shock.
"Thank you very much. It's a pleasure to hear from you, our esteemed lord."
They said together.
That went without saying when the drinks that were served to them were taken.
The taste and substance of youthful blood which bloomed in splendor were the best things for the Nobility.
The blood of pure and lovely girls was cherished more than those of adult women, innocent children and infants for the male Nobility. The blood of young, strong innocent boys were cherished by the female Nobility.
Many scholars agree that this was due to the aforementioned concepts on top of the taste and nutrients.
Handed out to them was a large white flower that was certainly fragrant.
"Please make yourself at home. There are a few things I must attend to."
The Chief Head tried to leave by getting out of their seat first but then-
"May I excuse myself first? I am concerned about the wounded soldiers."
Yunus left the room first after receiving permission from Greylancer.
"Even if there are any concerns you have,"
He said to the pale-faced Chief Head.
"There is nothing to worry."
The Great Noble waved his hand.
"These two will accompany me."
The Chief Head staggered out with relief. Sinclair got up to the door to turn off the lights.
Darkness fell as the lamp's lights flashed here and there like fleeting signposts.
Greylancer sat on the sofa waiting for Sinclair to return which she did, and the two slid over to each side of him.
"Your hearts are beating."
They rest their heads on Greylancer's chest at his point.
"Your lordship is so beautiful."
"Your lordship is so strong."
They said together.
"Ah, I'm so happy that my heart feels like it could burst."
Bonetta then with a hot breath-
"Your room is ready."
She said.
"He is an amazing man, contrary to what the others have said of him. He is like a frozen lake in the winter and a meadow in the summer all at once."
Greylancer then spoke plainly to the girls in response to their praise--
"You girls aren't even his daughters. To think even the Chief Head is trying to play a trick on me."
It was quiet, yet it was a force akin to an earthquake.
They were forgetting to fake it.
"--How did you know?"
Sinclair asked.
"Your faces are too different. Were you of the same blood, such features would have to be similar somewhere. Quite an interesting thing for this to happen, I'll admit."
The look on his face made them unsure if he was merely jesting or not.
"Are you pleased?"
"I am."
"Ah, of course you would."
"Then why are you both using a mind-altering drug? You smell worse than that alcohol."
Knowing all of their means had been used up, the girls stiffened.
"I do not know what it means to be a human virgin, but the fair treatment is the reason why you have offered your white necks to the Nobility, is it not?"
Sinclair bows her head.
"It is everything as you said."
"Sinclair came here with the promise of food aid being doubled for her family, while I did this so I can put my parents in a nursing home here in the village."
"Were you at least satisfied with us, Greylancer?"
"Yes."
Bonetta rolls her eyes.
"-No, that isn't what I meant. Surely you don't mean that, yes?"
"Is our blood not to your liking?"
"No."
Greylancer strokes their hair, which alone makes the girls roll their eyes in ecstasy while he buries his face in their gold-embroidered breasts.
"It's said that other villages have facilities that groom girls like you. It's not like you are fated to obey me, but would accept a kiss from me? Be honest with me."
Bonetta responds to the cold, gentle voice of the fearsome Noble.
"Who wouldn't want to?"
She shook her head vigorously.
"The Nobility. Blood-sucking monsters that feast on humans. What woman would put themselves on their platter? I merely offer myself up this way for my parents. And it's been said that one can have a good time should the Nobility treat them right. Yes, my Lord. Please don't suck my blood halfway. Take all of it and make me your servant."
The coldest eyes stared at Sinclair.
"Is that right?"
"I-I just want food. N-nothing else matters. Please, I beg you. Take all of my blood."
"Do you have any siblings?"
"I have an older and younger brother."
"How old are they?"
"One's 22, the other is 14."
"There was a young man around that age who bore their fangs against me five years ago. I believe that's what a man should be. Were you to have an older or younger sister that decided to give themselves up to a Noble, stop them at your own risk. That young man ran away for his mother's life, yet it is understandable as a human being. Would you do the same in stopping your brother's?"
"Yes."
"Then you must despise them before you despise me."
"I can't."
Said Sinclair. Though her voice trembled, it was also firm.
"Oh? Why is that?"
Clearly, Sinclair was a timid girl. For a few moments, her desperation and delirium along with Greylancer's gaze made it all disappear. There, the girl stared into the Nobility's eyes and said-
"My lord, surely you must not be aware of our human hunger."
"Indeed, I would not know."
"Winter has arrived and the fuel for our power generator has run out. Our potatoes and wheats are dwindling by the day. I can't harvest anything that the cold and monsters have ravaged, and I have yet to receive a single piece of food given by the Lord. What could we do knowing that Winter lasts for three months and the fate befallen us? Do you know what plaster tastes like, my Lord? Have you ever drank swamp water, knowing that it can be poisonous? That's what a human is. Humans cannot live without doing those things. I once saw a father and son murder each other just to scramble for insects. Both of them wanted to die, yet they wanted to eat. For me, it's nothing better to have my blood drained than of my brothers. Even if they were to suffer the same fate, I would not stop nor grieve for them."
"I don't know..."
Greylancer shook his head, causing her to be confused.
"There must be such warm blood under the skin of a human like yourself. I won't tell you to drink the blood of your own kin. Why not drink the blood of others? There are plenty of flesh to go around. Why not eat then before starving to death? I've heard of humans not doing such a thing, but others have preferred that than dying. What of you, Bonetta?"
The cheery-laced face shook to the side repeatedly, leaking out ahs.
Sinclair replied--
"Yes, I will do it. I will drink blood and devour flesh. But you mustn't do that. If you do, you will cease being human."
"Is being human such a big deal? Is life not significant for humans?"
"Life, life, life..."
Sinclair said obsessively. Her eyes had opened and glared at the giant before her as though she was burning with life.
"Life...do you know anything of it, my Lord?"
"Of course,"
He answered, only for Greylancer to realize that it was for the first time a lie.
A long sigh escapes Sinclair's lips.
A little laugh was let out after it was over, her eyes filled with tears.
"That's good. Because you can think about life that you're happier than us when we think too much about it. I don't know if you'll understand, my Lord. But please, take my blood. It should be warm for a while."
No one could know for what could prepare them for next. Before they know it, Sinclair had a knife in hand and stabs her heart with it.
The broken girl falls, leaving the other one to have her spirit crushed.
"Sinclair?"
Bonetta shrieks, shouting no, no, no--
"I'm sorry, Mama. I'm sorry, Papa. I tried to play it off, but I just couldn't do it. Home...I wanna go home..."
She stood up and bows deeply to Greylancer, then turns towards the door. But behind her--
"What about taking care of your parents?"
A voice of iron hits her, causing her to stagger. But Bonetta didn't reply and immediately walks to the door.
Half an hour later, the Chief Head went to visit the prepared bedroom to see how the two virgins and their blood is coming along, only to be surprised that no one was there. He then checks the living room and is shocked in place of the unimaginable result of his attempt.
Greylancer was gone, Sinclair's self-afflicted blood-soaked body was laid on the sofa, and Bonetta was spiraled on the floor.
It was later determined that Sinclair had not had her blood taken, and Bonetta's had not a drop left from her body or on the floor despite the fact her head was ripped from her body.
The food that was promised to Sinclair was delivered to her home, and Bonetta's parents were taken into a nursery home without care.
A cold shoulder was placed on the Chief Head who was unable to speak about the tragedy, enough that it made him as cold as a corpse.
"There's one thing I'd like to ask from you,"
Said Greylancer.
"--What is it?"
The Chief Head had already forgot to ask about the reason of the tragedy.
"Do you know of the name Seneca?"
"No."
It was an instant answer. The scene before him did not permit him to have the realistic fear that his entire village would be wiped out should he give the wrong reply. The fact that Greylancer asked such a question means it must been in anticipation for it.
"I see. Then I will be leaving. Thank you for your assistance."
"Y-yes."
The Chief Head finally complies, and a beautiful sparkle and sound came from under him.
A thousand dollars in gold coins. A home could be built with it.
"The floor will be cleaned."
"T-that's fine enough."
Rather than take the gold coins, the Chief Head had prayed that they leave.
When the Great Noble's footsteps quietly left, the Chief Head was finally able to faint.
2
Having returned to Vistoria before dawn, Greylancer searched the entire population of the Administration District for anyone with the name "Seneca" but to no avail.
"--Is it someone someone from the Administration District? Or are they a wanderer?"
Many of the wanderers who have discarded their names were criminals, thus it was hardly believable that any of them would have a connection with a ring marked with love.
--Perhaps they are of another land?
Before he could inquire at the various Frontiers, the Communications Office informed him of a visitor coming from Cyclops Way.
A look of surprise came over Greylancer's face at the mention of the name, of someone whom was not seen or could even be imagined being seen.
"Archduke Bartholomew. You're the type of man who likes to keep a low profile."
A small convoy of six chariots and ten wagons pulled by a Controlled Fire Dragon rode majestically into the vast guest room of the governing building.
It was usually a hundred times that of the lowest scale here when it came to the Archduke's class so this could not have been the will of the one in charge.
Soon as the procession ceases, a figure springs up from the lead chariot, a merely folded steel chariot with no ornamentations nor carvings. They were a head shorter than Greylancer, but were three times as thick and wide. As soon as it landed in front of the Great Noble without a footstep, it stuck a hand out--
"Yo yo yo, my child."
They came to the Noble's home with a laidback demeanor.
The simple helmet atop his head and the grey uniform underneath the green cape were so simple that, to Greylancer, they were of a flashy display. But the eyes inlaid in the squashed, spongecake-like face on the quintuple chin glowed with such a pathetic light to be comparable to the Great Noble.
Contrary to their words, they were obviously not related by blood.
He grasps Greylancer's hand and shakes it vigorously,
"Still look the same as ever, I see. After all, you are my child."
He quickly ran his eyes in all directions after being stared at with admiration.
"Ain't this as unlikeable as ever? This might be the guest room, but there aren't any ornaments. This is where a true man--a Noble-- lives, yet there is no pretense for any of this."
"You'll have to excuse me for that."
The Archduke then turned towards the chariot, tugging on the magnificent, pointy end of his beard,
"Dulcinea--it appears my child hasn't changed one bit,"
He said.
"That's quite alright."
A voice akin to a golden bell rose from the chariot. The voice of a woman who led such a glamorous life that the generals, who should have been more accustomed to the life of suitably glamorous Noble's sans Greylancer, all raised their eyebrows involuntarily.
The chariot's ceiling opens up and a figure a hundred times more dazzling, sitting on a gravity seat with dazzling lights, gracefully descends down beside Greylancer and the Archduke.
The price of her crown, its golden base studded with every gemstone of the solar system, is said to rival one of the four Frontiers. Her dress, made of malformed crystals found only on Mercury, is worth several thousand times more than the crown.
She was as old as the Archduke, yet if you believe the rumors that she was nearly 10,000 years old, her incredibly luchious skin with the captiveness that comes off of her would be enough to balance her as a woman. Merely putting a candle close to her would cause it to light up.
She is Dulcinea, wife of the the Archduke Bartholemew Grieg.
She, too, gazed sullenly at Greylancer and the surrounding area,
"You've followed my husband's directions to the letter. I have hope you would at least adapt your cooking and refreshments to my liking."
She smiled gently at him.
All of the men but Greylancer blinked and shook their eyes--a sinful thing, one may add.
"Nel, Susanda--take these two to their room."
Just as Greylancer ordered them, the Archduke waves a hand,
"Nay, what happened to Tae?"
He asked.
"Here."
A quiet ripple goes across the room.
Only Greylancer turned and sees the little girl standing at the inner door.
Tae.
"Ah, are you alright?"
The Archduke, having on a smile ten times more compassionate than the one towards Greylancer, began to walk towards her.
"You..."
Hearing the approaching voice with a smile, he turns back around as Tae comes over.
"I am very pleased to see you are in good health."
She got down on one knee and planted her lips on the back of both of their hands.
"You look good as ever--nay, even more great than when you were with us. Yes, seems you are enjoying my child's affection. Nay, I'm quite happy even."
A loud laughter rang out.
Greylancer stood alone discouraged while behind him, the Generals under Yunus were frozen. Even the vampires said to be bloodless and had bloodless veins.
After breakfast at 18:00 PM, they went to the living room to chat.
The husband, Grieg, was seen pulling out a cigar,
"Its fine to be a man, but could you at least pay more attention to your hospitality?"
Dulcinea asked sarcastically while a maid she brought with her pour her a drink of glass.
"Do you mind?"
The Archduke stops her gravely after taking as much of an exhale of purple smoke as he could. Apparently, he did not get all the way down to the butt.
"My son only has one person who is his 'guest', and should only be entertained by that guest. If you don't like his hospitality, you can leave right away or try to please him yourself. It's up to you."
"Ah, indeed you are right,"
Dulcinea glances at her husband, then puts aside her glass and picks up the one Greylancer prepared to take a sip.
The expression of someone who just tasted the worst persimmon in the world comes to mind.
"I won't say a word to you, Lord Greylancer. But could you not have at least prepared something a little more fresher? Something more recently fresh?"
"That is the most recently fresh."
Said bluntly the Great Noble who was not so pleased with the woman.
"If it's not to your liking, don't take it. I don't see much difference between a preserved product and a fresh one."
"Oh my."
Dulcinea mumbled "tasteless hick" and rolls her eyes.
"Always to the point, Greylancer."
The Archduke spoke to him, looking as though he had something in his stomach to say.
"I do have one regret though, and that's of my mistake in entrusting you with Tae. You understand this, don't you?"
"With the lyre?"
"Correct,"
The Archduke's face broke into a big smile. Peeking out from under his thick lips were fearsome fangs that could bite through the armor of a fire dragon.
"You are correct. I have not been able to listen to that music for years, but you have. Frankly, I've been having a difficult time listening to anything else. Perhaps a song would be nice?"
"Of course we can do that, though I thought you didn't like music--"
"Oh, don't say that."
The Archduke pauses with a raise of his cigar hand.
"Your face is red, dear."
Said the woman coldly.
"Well then, for our players,"
Said Greylancer. The Archduke waves his hand as if unconcerned.
"No, no. That won't do. Phantom music is what I don't want, but Tae's. She will suffice. If you have enough of it, you may excuse yourself."
"I won't repeat myself."
Hearing Greylancers response, the Archduke chose to remain silent. Nay, even the woman was also silent.
And so,
"Why then?"
Asked Dulcinea.
"They do not suit the ears of a boorish man."
"Nonsense. Her lyre would be a pleasant sound for the ears of any Noble warrior."
"Haha, Greylancer,"
The Archduke pleasantly called out, waving his hand in the air,
"Yes...?"
"Is pleasant music not to your liking? Or perhaps you desire not to hear it?"
"..."
Suddenly, the Archduke bursts into laughter. He patted his big stomach using his free hand until he calmed down and wipes away his tears with a handkerchief.
"Hoho. Greylancer, you. Of the tens of millions of warriors, you are the only one who I expect to be strong. However, that bullet of 'dark things' should not be one of those things thought more than once. You should definitely give it a listen."
"I have made such a proposal, but such an opportunity have never come to pass."
The Archduke and his wife looked to one another.
"How quite. Well, as soon as I make my offer..."
"Perhaps you might off-putted by my boorishness."
Greylancer went to the butler at the side.
"Call for Tae."
He ordered.
The Archduke nods in satisfaction, then vomits his entire drink and plops on the table.
3
A doctor was immediately called in,
"The cause is unknown."
And that was the only thing he answered.
The symptoms included a high fever of over 5 degrees celsius, severe shaking, constant chills, and vomiting.
"It was obviously some sort of bacteria. But if it were any known one, us Nobles would not have shown any symptoms."
"Then it's an unknown--"
"Or it could be man-made."
Greylancer read it, and he knew in the Doctors' eyes that they know the truth.
"OSB."
"Likely."
"However, the Archduchess did not show symptoms either not like us. So how can she be infected?"
"Perhaps it was a food-based infection. I'd like to take a look into the food the Archduke has eaten in the past few days."
Greylancer went to the Archduchess with the doctor to tell him of his thoughts.
"OSB?"
The woman's slited eyes flashed with blood. She, too, was one of the Nobility.
"Could her husband's food have been poisoned?"
"It's very likely."
The Doctor replied.
"How?"
"It's unclear."
"Find out this instance, or it will be more than just the husband."
"Understood."
"Have you and your husband been on the same diet for the past few days?"
The woman turned away. Of course, the Great Noble and Doctor know the truth.
"I apologize to ask you, Archduchess--but was the Archduke fed by a human woman prior to coming here?"
"Yes."
"I would like to know the name of the woman if you know of the time and place."
The Doctor leans in.
"It was two days ago, in the Central Area of Icegrast City. I know nothing else beyond this."
Greylancer nods.
"I understand. Please leave the Archduke to me. Until I return, you may make yourself comfortable. The maids here have chosen a room of your preferences in the outhouse."
The blood drained from the woman's face like the moment of a finger snap.
"...But Greylancer. Are you sure you want to go to the Central Area?"
"There's no other place but there."
"But that place is the Graveyard of Nobles, and..."
"The Archduke had come through there."
"That's because we were in a hurry. We had to get to the Grand Evening Party in the Capital in three days. If my husband couldn't attend, I'd have to go alone."
"You'll make do with being absent then."
Stating such coldly, Greylancer left the doctor behind.
As soon as he stepped out into the hallway, Greylancer spoke,
"Find the one who ate with them. I'll be coming along."
He said.
From his aide, his orders were relayed to the Intelligence Bureau. In less than five minutes, members of the Intelligence Bureau, the Intelligence Division and Computers would be up and running in finding the woman who poisoned the Archduke.
Greylancer returned to his private quarters.
He sat down on a couch in the dark room where not one candle was lit,
"Are you there, Yunus?"
He spoke to the air.
From the floor was his aide's full body. But this was an electron image--an illusion.
"The Intelligence Bureau will be going non-stop operation from here on. My Lord, would you please reconsider your visit to the Central Area?"
"There won't any need to do that. Even the best of the Intelligence Bureau aren't guaranteed to enter and return from the Central Area. From what I hear, no one has ever entered without permission and returned alive. I'm afraid that the best our Intelligence Bureau can do is find the woman's name. That will do just fine."
"And you, My Lord?"
"What of the rest?"
"I understand. I won't prevent you from going. At least bring with you an Escort."
"It's just going to bring in more hate of you from their senseless deaths."
"Perhaps. But I insist."
Though his aide rarely ever raises objections, Greylancer knew he could never be wrong when he does.
"Hmm? An Escort? On what reason you propose of this?"
"I have no evidence for this. But if I were to guess, it would be off of a hunch."
"Very well."
Greylancer's decision was instant.
"Though you aren't as good as me, your instincts have sometimes proven to be right. We shall take the Fist Man we hired yesterday with us."
"I thank you for this fortune."
But the moment Yunus lowered into the floor, he realized a grave reality:
"It will only bring in more senseless deaths."
Greylancer was of the right wing of the Nobility who professed in not needing any Escort.
Originally, the Nobility took lightly of having Escorts, having prided themselves in their immortality. This was still the case even today.
Yet despite that, all of the Nobility have included them among their subordinates due to an unexpectedly large number of them dying in daylight raids.
Humans have relentlessly analyzed the defenses that transcend time and space, driving white wooden stakes into the hearts of sleeping Nobles.
The Privy Council, who took the situation seriously, added a clause in the Nobility Laws that required the hiring of human Escorts as daytime guards.
The entirety of the Nobility was astounded and ridiculed the Privy Council.
The very idea of being protected by a Human was unimaginable, and they have wondered where in the law could an Escort not replace that of a murderer.
Panicking, the Privy Council had corrected them in saying these were Pseudo-Nobles. However, the Nobility's reaction remained the same. The majority of the Nobility simply sent out bogus notices to the Privy Council, but a strange situation arose among some of the Martial Faction.
As mentioned before, the number of people who wanted to become Escorts, which have gone down in numbers up to that point, have drastically gone up after they learned of the Privy Council's decision.
Most turned away on the spot, but some Nobles, who concealed their cruel tastes, willing permitted them to show off their skills.
The applicants were forced to fight monsters and soldiers that far outstripped their abilities, and nine out of ten died on the spot.
However, the last one--a warrior that had kicked all of the Nobility's skilled and stood under the moonlight, amazed the Nobility.
As promised, they were hired and then put to battle where some died and others survived. There are no records of what their employers, the Nobility, think of this.
At most--
"They're skilled, but they're only a mere Human. They'll die easily."
--It was something like this.
In a sense, Greylancer was no different.
Unusually, he was the kind who respected those who were strong regardless if they were human or not. Thus, those he hired were treated accordingly.
However, they were only ordered to act as rear-guardsman during life-or-death battles, and were kept at the mansion during times of peace. This was meant to be a sign of "mistrust".
--Perhaps you kept them, but realized they were troublesome in dealing with and now want to get rid of them?
Until that clause was applied, Greylancer was the one who most advocated against the need for human escorts more strongly than anyone else like a strong rumble of the earth.
A block away, Greylancer rode his chariot to the Governmental Hospital.
Laying in bed, the Archduke's face was but mere skin and bones, with not a shred of strength in those eyes that stared at Greylancer.
Even so, the Doctor kept watch on him. He could not even open his eyes for when he was close to death until the Great Noble's visit.
Furthermore, the old man had smiled sarcastically.
"I've been struck, Greylancer. My guts have become rotten."
"You'll recover soon enough."
The Great Noble gave a curt response.
"What is she doing?"
"She's been worried for you."
"Not my wife. Tae."
"Hm?"
The reply was a little vague. An unexpected remark, at that.
"I didn't come to see you getting better. You know why I'm here."
"Naturally."
"--So why, then? Did they stop by?"
"Nonsense. I had thought they came a while ago."
"...go call for them."
"Yes, my Lord."
The Archduke closed his eyes. He was exhausted.
"The Nobility Hospital in the Capital is currently researching a curse for the disease. We'll be coming to a conclusion soon enough. Until then, please bear it with us."
"I understand."
The dignified reply came back.
"Well, then we'll just have to wait and see."
"You were invited to the Grand Evening Party in the Capital, were you not? I will be borrowing Tae. I will let all of the Nobility have a taste of the lonely isolation that I've heard."
"Then I won't have any worries then."
"Yes. I'll be back."
Greylancer left the room silently. The doctor had been waiting for him, complete with a data-based android.
According to the doctor,
"It's in an extremely critical condition, and unpredictable even. The cause was clearly poison, but its symptoms are as if sunlight is constantly bathing his body."
"Could anyone make a poison that gives off the same effect as sunlight?"
"Humans and Nobles, certainly."
"And?"
"--If it's OSB, then maybe..."
"How long will it last?"
"About a day or two, give or take."
Greylancer returned to his private quarters, summoned Isabella, and orders three days worth of travel clothes.
After the android left, he looked out the window.
For Humans, it was night. But for Nobles, it was near afternoon.
Heavy rain clouds hang over the night sky.
The stone building sank into the darkness under its own weight, sustained by gas lamps and lit candles barely leaking through the window.
A four-horse carriage ran along the cobblestone road with a magnetic platform that could carry ten or fifty people speeding above it.
The multiple spots of light gliding over the distant heights were likely the flying objects traveling on the Frontier Airlines.
Prior to Greylancer's arrival, every street of this city was filled with the angry footsteps and howling of humans bearing stakes, axes, and hammers in hand.
This was from the so-called "Three-Day Uprising", yet it ended without a single Noble's death and the world returned to their hands once more.
"What foolishness."
He muttered to himself as he stared at the gas-lit streets, then he heard the door open.
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