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Each step the two figures take down the stairway sends a flutter to your heart. You can feel your body tense before the coming of a fight. You know why, of course, this is a fight you want to have. You’ve been waiting to wipe the smug grin off his face for years. Always belittling your achievements, undermining your decisions as student council president, and, you’ve learned from Cathrine, all those times he’d pretend to be your friend for a while was so he could distract you while your betrothed consorted with another woman. A commoner! An insult to so much more than just your pride.
But despite your body's cry for battle, nor how much you want to spring from your position and deal with this traitor, you don’t. Unlike some you may be acquainted with, certainly not naming names, you understand the pragmatism of using a subtler method of approach. With one quick and fluid motion, you grab both your bodyguard and maid, Alyssa, and the other maid you’ve recently conscripted, Rory. As you look at the long-skirted maid's dress you’re wearing yourself as the three of you tumble to the ground, you notice how much maids have been on the mind today. You dash the thought as your hand flies up and waves the mana flowing through your fingertips like paint, and the illusion of a crate conjures itself up around the three of you. In a room filled with similar boxes and a singular dissimilar casket, your disguise should raise no alarms, and its translucent interior should provide adequate benefit. Still, as the pair takes the last steps into the basement, your concentration on them takes over everything.
“Now, do you remember what you need to get?” Percival asks the hooded man.
“The purple crystals and flowers, right?” Replies the deep-voiced man. From the waver in his voice, you instantly get the impression of an impolite man trying his best to reverse his nature.
“And the embalming tools,” Percy says in a tsk, “Honestly, how can your kind claim to be rightful masters of the world while lacking even basic knowledge of occultic magic? Good sir, you must understand that is quite the embarrassment!” His tone of voice is about at the maximum level of passive-aggressiveness that a noble gentleman's club would allow. You would say such a remark like that was uncalled for, but you have known Peryc long enough to know that’s simply how he is.
“My Lord, was Joseph not just mourning over the loss of our last?” The man says in an attempt at a retort. The name Joseph catches your attention even more. That's the name of the Heaven Society's leader, meaning this hooded figure is most likely a member as well. If only there were such a device to record this very conversation as proof of Percy working with the secretive Stranger organization.
Each step the two figures take down the stairway sends a flutter to your heart. You can feel your body tense before the coming of a fight. You know why, of course, this is a fight you want to have. You’ve been waiting to wipe the smug grin off his face for years. Always belittling your achievements, undermining your decisions as student council president, and, you’ve learned from Cathrine, all those times he’d pretend to be your friend for a while was so he could distract you while your betrothed consorted with another woman. A commoner! An insult to so much more than just your pride.
But despite your body's cry for battle, nor how much you want to spring from your position and deal with this traitor, you don’t. Unlike some you may be acquainted with, certainly not naming names, you understand the pragmatism of using a subtler method of approach. With one quick and fluid motion, you grab both your bodyguard and maid, Alyssa, and the other maid you’ve recently conscripted, Rory. As you look at the long-skirted maid's dress you’re wearing yourself as the three of you tumble to the ground, you notice how much maids have been on the mind today. You dash the thought as your hand flies up and waves the mana flowing through your fingertips like paint, and the illusion of a crate conjures itself up around the three of you. In a room filled with similar boxes and a singular dissimilar casket, your disguise should raise no alarms, and its translucent interior should provide adequate benefit. Still, as the pair takes the last steps into the basement, your concentration on them takes over everything.
“Now, do you remember what you need to get?” Percival asks the hooded man.
“The purple crystals and flowers, right?” Replies the deep-voiced man. From the waver in his voice, you instantly get the impression of an impolite man trying his best to reverse his nature.
“And the embalming tools,” Percy says in a tsk, “Honestly, how can your kind claim to be rightful masters of the world while lacking even basic knowledge of occultic magic? Good sir, you must understand that is quite the embarrassment!” His tone of voice is about at the maximum level of passive-aggressiveness that a noble gentleman's club would allow. You would say such a remark like that was uncalled for, but you have known Peryc long enough to know that’s simply how he is.
“My Lord, was Joseph not just mourning over the loss of our last?” The man says in an attempt at a retort. The name Joseph catches your attention even more. That's the name of the Heaven Society's leader, meaning this hooded figure is most likely a member as well. If only there were such a device to record this very conversation as proof of Percy working with the secretive Stranger organization.
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