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Vincent:  “It cuts what we wish to cut, and it consumes with flames what we wish to burn. Behold.” Suddenly, fire erupted from the sword in the emperor’s hand and leaped to the box in the soldier’s hands.
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Soldier:  The man dropped the box, but it did not so much as singe the carpet, for the flames had not touched the wooden compartment but consumed only the thing inside.
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Vincent:  The head of the man who, the emperor had been told, was treacherous to his liege had been burned up completely, returned to ash.
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Belstetz:  “Truly, the Bright Sword shines only for those fit to occupy the imperial throne.” Belstetz said, his eyes narrowed.
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Belstetz:  “It is indeed beautiful and terrible.”
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Vincent:  “With its flames, the blade tests those who would wield it. But there is a way to handle it.” Vincent said, giving a flourish of the sword. Then he held it out to Belstetz, pommel first, smiling as the prime minister looked down at it.
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Vincent:  “Would you try it? Don’t you wish to know if your old bones could rule an empire?”
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Belstetz:  “…Again, you jest, Your Majesty. Such aspirations are beyond this feeble, aged flesh.” The prime minister bowed at the waist, pointedly not laying a finger on the Bright Sword and excusing himself from the opportunity to challenge the blade.
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Belstetz:  “You may entrust me with cleaning up the mess that has resulted from these events. You, Your Majesty, should think first of your own health.” Then with a word to his soldiers, Belstetz collected the ashes of the head and withdrew.
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Julius:  Watching them go, Julius felt his shoulders slump.
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Ferris:  Beside him, Ferris was smiling with evident relief. "Wh-why were things so tense just now? Aren’t they suppurrsed to be friends?”
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Reinhard:  “Many things can happen within a castle’s walls. Perhaps outsiders like us will never be able to know exactly what. Reinhard… I admire you for not getting involved.”
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Julius:  “Because there was murder in His Majesty’s blade, yes, but I saw he did not truly intend it.”
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Ferris:  “How could you tell…?” Ferris asked, furrowing his shapely brow. Julius had likewise perceived that Vincent’s swing of the Bright Sword had contained the readiness to kill, but Reinhard, it seemed, had seen something more. Of those there, perhaps only he, Vincent himself, and Belstetz—standing still as a stone—had understood there would be no murder in that room.
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Vincent:  “Hmph. And to think, I very nearly had the tiger by the tail.” Vincent muttered teasingly after the prime minister had disappeared from view. He casually released his grip on the Bright Sword, and the crimson blade disappeared as if swallowed up by the same thin air it had come from. This legendary implement, said to be passed down from one leader of the Empire of Volakia to the next, was of considerable interest to Julius. However, at that moment, Vincent’s half-heard whisper was of even more concern.