human
Als:  Als and Doan searched the mansion but found nothing of note. All they could glean from the rooms and possessions was that a man and a young woman had been living there alone. While they were conducting their search, Oscar settled Tinasha on his lap as he interrogated the Cezar man. It turned out that he was the founder of the cult that worshipped Simila and the mastermind behind the recent skirmish.
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Oscar:  Oscar eyed him with open scorn. “We’ll be taking you back to Farsas. You can tell us the full story there.”
human
Tinasha:  “Take him away, Mila.”
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Mila:  “Got it!” chirped the red-haired spirit, and she disappeared with the cult leader.
human
Tinasha:  Tinasha heaved a sigh, then glanced up at Oscar. “Um, I’d like to get down now…”
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Oscar:  "No."
human
Tinasha:  “…” Whether he was upset with Tinasha or not, he kept his left arm firmly wrapped around her. The abduction must have hit him pretty hard. Tinasha turned her flushed face aside, feeling guilty. She held up her left wrist. “Then please take this off.”
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Oscar:  “What is it? I thought you were wearing it for a change of pace.”
human
Tinasha:  “It’s a sealing ornament that belongs to your country!” she retorted. At Oscar’s dubious look, Tinasha relayed what Valt had told her.
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Oscar:  The king traced a finger along the bracelet, and it popped right open. He drew it free from the chains and lifted it up to examine it. “Hmm, so this was stolen forty years ago?”
human
Tinasha:  “Apparently. Why is security so lax in Farsas?” Tinasha chided.
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Oscar:  “How about you just organize things after we’re married? Is this thing really that strong?” Oscar responded, and he touched the bracelet to her wrist. It clicked onto it as easily as it had opened.
human
Tinasha:  Frowning, Tinasha cried, “Don’t put it on me!”
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Oscar:  “Oh, this is fun. Wonder how it works?”
human
Tinasha:  “It is not fun!” she fumed.
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Oscar:  Oscar removed the sealing item and stowed it in his jacket pocket.