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Julius:  “If you have something to say, say it with your mouth, not with your eyes.”
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Julius:  Julius couldn’t speak; his fears came true as the emperor’s gaze fell upon the kneeling Ferris. The boy was usually so easygoing, but the look he now leveled at Vincent roiled with emotion. Vincent’s words had clearly angered him.
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Ferris:  Still kneeling, Ferris took the ruler at his word and spoke up. “Then with all due respect, I shall say my piece, Your Majesty. Be they dead or alive, I cannot remain silent when the royal family is slandered, even if it is the word of an emperor. We are a special envoy from the Kingdom of Lugunica, and I am a member of the royal guard.” His careful choice of words kept him within the bounds of propriety, but his simmering anger was laid bare.
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Vincent:  Vincent acknowledged Ferris’s hostility without so much as a change of expression. Public officials are different. Such seemed to be the message, and Ferris furrowed his brows deeper.
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Ferris:  “Think what you will, Your Majesty. But each and every member of the royal family was an upstanding person, worthy of loyalty. I myself served the prince with a glad heart…”
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Vincent:  Vincent quietly cut Ferris off, drumming his fingers on the arm of his throne. “Bravery, loyalty, fidelity… No one cherishes these intangible merits so much as those with no other evident talents. They say loyalty can even inspire one to lay down their own life. However…” He turned his dark eyes on the row of imperial soldiers.
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Vincent:  And then… “You, the footman there. Yes, you.”
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Soldier:  “Sir!” The emperor had indicated one of the soldiers who had earlier drawn his sword on Bordeaux. The man stepped forward and bowed deeply.
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Vincent:  Before he could rise again, the emperor said, “Take that sword of yours and chop off your own head.”
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Soldier:  “Huh…?”
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Ferris:  A sound of sheer surprise came from Ferris.
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Vincent:  Vincent ignored him, rapping on the armrest again. “I am compassionate; I shall repeat myself. Take your sword and chop off your own head. Can’t you do that?”
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Soldier:  “S-sir!” The man’s throat trembled at the emperor’s mad command. Hardly a second later, he had knelt in place and removed his helmet. He appeared to be a strapping lad still in his twenties. Gritting his teeth, he drew the sword at his hip and placed it against his own neck. His muscles tensed—
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Reinhard:  “I’m afraid I can’t stand by and watch this.” The instant before the young man’s head went rolling on the ground, someone stopped him. It was Reinhard, who had moved so quickly that he had been all but invisible. Surely, he had been kneeling just a moment before, but the red-haired man had traveled several feet in the space of a breath, intercepting the young man’s sword. Had anyone seen the swift movement?