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Cecils:  “Just a moment, Goz, my friend! Why do you stop me?! Look there! Those knights stand before us, knowing the entire empire is arrayed against them! They know they would be better matched against me alone than against every man here, yet have they not chosen the dramatic, the mythical? !” Cecils kicked his feet uselessly, like a cat held by the scruff of its neck.
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Cecils:  “Why won’t you say anything, Goz?! Having that craggy face of yours glaring at me makes a body nervous, you know!”
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Goz:  Goz, unperturbed by Cecils’s midair struggle, glanced in Vincent’s direction.
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Vincent:  The emperor nodded, just. Permission to speak, one supposed.
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Goz:  “…This overheated talk of yours is nothing new, so I’ll let it go—but you need to calm down.”
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Cecils:  “How can I calm down?! There they are, even the very red-haired one against whom I bear such a grudge! You can’t imagine the look the swordsmith gave me when I went to get my first- and second-best swords back. If I’m not to use them now, then when? !”
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Goz:  “I admire your enthusiasm, but His Majesty already has things well in hand. Read my lips: It’s all over.”
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Cecils:  “Er?” Cecils had been so itching to draw his weapons that it looked as if he had received a most unexpected blow. The man appeared more and more shaken as he was given a broad outline of what had happened. Finally, he looked around at them vacantly, his gaze settling on Reinhard.
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Cecils:  “Um, then what about settling things between us?”
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Reinhard:  “I’m afraid I’ll have to ask that it be another time,” Reinhard responded with a wry smile. “Perhaps when I’m not in…this situation.” He tapped a finger against the collar around his neck.
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Cecils:  “Ahh, yes indeed,” Cecils said, nodding. “But—doesn’t that mean I am wholly and truly outmatched? !” The despairing cry of the empire’s strongest swordsman concluded the special diplomatic mission between the Empire of Volakia and the Kingdom of Lugunica.