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Julius:  Julius, frankly, agreed with him. This was too much for the two of them alone. But “involvement with the empire” couldn’t be ignored, either.
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Julius:  "Last time was nuts, too, but Reinhard helped us pull it off somehow, see? You just got the wrong guys. How about you have Ferri do something else and let Reinhard handle this instead—that sound okay?”
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Marcus:  “Quibbling won’t get you anywhere. I can’t assign someone who isn’t here. And anyway, don’t get ahead of yourselves. I’m not saying the two of you will have to face down the entire might of the Volakian Empire by yourselves.”
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Julius:  “But we know a fight is brewing, and that’s enough for me to know that you’ve got the wrong guy!”
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Marcus:  “Whether a fight is on the horizon depends on you two. And I’m counting on you to see that one isn’t.”
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Ferris:  Ferris, clutching his head, stumbled backward.
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Julius:  Julius caught hold of him, and the captain merely shrugged.
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Marcus:  “My orders for you this time are simple. Accompany the envoys and help them do what they’ve come here to do. Then get them out of here with as little fanfare as possible. That’ll be all.”
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Julius:  “In other words, roughly a mirror image of the position we were in before, sir.” Still holding fast to Ferris, whose eyes were brimming, Julius summarized. It had been a month now since Julius and the others had gone to the empire as emissaries themselves. Now just a few weeks later, the roles were reversed. It was hard not to feel there was something more at work here. Especially considering the distinct possibility that everything that had happened during their visit to the empire had been orchestrated by the emperor.
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Julius:  “We understand we’re to meet and accompany the emissaries from Volakia, sir. But what have they come here to do?”
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Marcus:  “I think it’ll be easiest to ask them yourselves. Summon them here and—”
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???:  A new voice seemed to slither into the ears of the three knights. "That won’t be necessary."
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Marcus:  Marcus’s face grew hard. The captain was looking at a tall, slim figure who was leaning against the office door.
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???:  “Many pardons," The figure said, raising their hand as Julius and Ferris puzzled over when they had arrived, "but I’m afraid I overheard some of what you were saying. My ears are rather too good, if I may say so.” The man laughed, but it sounded strange, almost like a cough. He had a most unusual presence, with white hair, pale skin, and a white coat that covered his entire body. Collectively, it gave the impression that all the color had drained out of him. Even his very presence seemed ambiguous, as if he might not have actually been there.
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???:  “May I assume these two will be the good knights who shall accompany me?” The man looked back and forth between Julius and Ferris, who stood at attention.
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Marcus:  “…Yes, this is them. Julius, Felix.