human
Felt:  When Felt growled as low as she could.
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Heinkel:  "Ooh, scary." Heinkel mocked her, saying. His provocative words and gestures only added to the disgust and disdain already suffusing the room.
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Reinhard:  Having endured far too many malignant slights, Reinhard finally lifted up his head. He was still striving to maintain a neutral expression as he looked not at his father but toward Felt. "Lady Felt, I…"
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Felt:  "Reinhard." Reinhard was about to say something, but then he stopped. The cause was Felt thrusting her fork toward the tip of his nose. Reinhard’s eyes wavered as his liege’s action sealed his lips. Then without even a glance Reinhard’s way, Felt—
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Felt:  "—Shut up and put on your war face."
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Reinhard:  Reinhard opened his eyes wide as Felt casually issued a command. But it was the change in him immediately after that shocked everyone else.
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Reinhard:  "—Yes." Reinhard nodded solemnly as light returned to his blue eyes. Though his own father had derided him and wrecked his moment of reconciliation with his grandfather, the pain that had clung to him was gone, at least for that single brief moment.
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Heinkel:  “…If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Stop messin’ around.” Heinkel clicked his tongue as things once again started going awry. However, after shaking his head, a wicked smile immediately returned to his face. "Say what you want; your sense of danger is spot-on, oh great master of Reinhard. The Astrea family is mine. And I don’t support you.” To ensnare others and hurt them with cruel speech—with no objectives save these, Heinkel swung his words like a blade. "No one needs me to spell out just who I support, I’m sure. You’ve worked so hard over the last year. The results are marvelous. And now I’m going to take everything you’ve built up and hand it to Lady Priscilla as a present…"
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Priscilla:  "Commoner."
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Heinkel:  "Aah? Yes, Lady Priscilla? I’m in the middle of an important conversation here."
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Priscilla:  "Silence." The tyrannical act that immediately followed made everyone gasp. With no more warning than that one word, Priscilla flashed her fan out toward the wide-eyed Heinkel’s skull. The folded fan sliced through the air, inverting his body with incredible force and slamming him onto the floor. The impact made Heinkel’s eyes roll, rendering him unconscious in a single blow. But Priscilla’s chastisement did not end there. She kicked up the fallen Heinkel with the tip of her shoe, then drew back her hand while he was airborne. And then she began to swing—
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Al:  "Princess, your tantrum’s gone far enough. He’ll die." Priscilla glared at Al with her red eyes as he grasped her wrist and called for her to stop. But Al’s action was the right one. Heinkel would have died if he hadn’t stepped in. After all, at some point, a beautiful crimson sword had found its way into Priscilla’s hand. The gleaming blade featured an undulating pattern to it.