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Crusch:  Thanks to Crusch’s explosive declaration, the atmosphere in the hall was far from warm. The murmurs chilled the air frostier still. And the prologue of the royal selection had barely begun.
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Priscilla:  Without hesitation, Priscilla cut through the disquiet governing the chamber with a thoroughly wearied voice. “Such boring, insignificant jeers. I am so accustomed to them that they do not even serve as a lullaby.” She was no doubt referring to the reaction around her moments earlier, including boisterous jeers that called her the Bloody Bride. Priscilla did not let it bother her, nor did she make any attempt to refute them.
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Miklotov:  Following Priscilla’s statement, Miklotov interrupted inquisitively. “This has been on my mind since well before. Bariel… As in, Mr. Lyp Bariel? Mmm. Now that I think of it, I have not seen any sign of Mr. Lyp. Where is he…?”
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Priscilla:  “That lewd old man suddenly went senile half a year ago. He remained unable to tell the difference between dream and reality, and passed away but a few days later.”
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Miklotov:  “What, Mr. Lyp has…? Mmmm. Lady Priscilla, what does that make your relationship to Mr. Lyp?” With Miklotov expressing surprise, Priscilla dully commented on the death of her partner.
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Priscilla:  “I suppose it makes me his widow. He had not touched me with so much of a fingertip, so our relationship is, quite literally, in name alone.”
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Al:  Al promptly stated, “Princess, isn’t it just a little too harsh to put it that way?”
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Priscilla:  Priscilla paid him no heed, sweeping her gaze across the crowd as if daring anyone else to complain. “A meaningless death to end a worthless life. If the life of that old man had any meaning whatsoever, it is in the fact he transferred his entire estate to me. Accordingly, the House of Bariel is mine.” Her stare only increased the discontent in the hall, but no one actually lodged an objection. Even Rickert, having protested against Crusch with such vehemence, apparently lacked the courage to enter a war of words with an opponent immune to logic.
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Miklotov:  And so, Miklotov replied, “Mmm. I understand, then.