"Gallia is a large, feudal country. States larger than the crownlands. Nobles more powerful than governors, governors more powerful than princes. Who is to say that one of them isn't scheming to cause a war from which only they will emerge profitable, or victorious? As foolish of a thought as that is."The door opened once again and a pair of men stepped inside. One with purple, one with orange hair, both looking refined. The former was clutching upon a scroll.
"Lodewik, Sir Beaumont. My sister, Cecilia, and her bodyguards, Lijsbeth, Stefan, Levi." Gunther introduced the group, and the purple-haired man nodded.
"Greetings and salutations in this hard time." "Lodewik, have you transcribed the letter from Gallian into Kostspraak?" "Monsieur Beaumont here was of great help, and so I can tell you exactly what the contents are within." "Right... when you are ready?" Lodewik cleared his throat, then rolled open the scroll in his hands.
"Well, here goes. To Gunther, current Lord of Wachttoren. You vile, dishonorable dog, who pays no attention to those under his care. You have let my dear relative, Marie, a pure flower of virtue and happiness, perish at hands of brigands. Hear that our Emperor and my uncle have been upon this moment informed of this treachery, this disgusting plot by Tatalians, to rob our family of one of the roses upon its crown. I therefore accuse you, and your sister Cecilia, of personally causing the death of Marie--" "THAT IS NOT TRUE!!" Cecilia yelled suddenly.
"I was, we were, we were hunting down bandits, but I left the manor, there were, there were guards, and..." "Cecilia, I know you're innocent. Please, calm down. Lodewik, please continue." There was a moment of awkward silence whilst Lodewik waited for Cecilia to slump down in her seat again.
"Of personally causing the death of Marie, a direct attack against Gallian Empire and its Royal Family, an act punishable by nothing less than extermination of you and your relatives, so help us the righteous Light in Heavens. And know this, that if any Tatalian noble or the Royal Family of your land itself dare raise an arm or writ in your defense, they shall be held accountable as well." "And no signature." "Oui, the bottom of the letter was left blank." Gunther shook his head.
"Sir Beaumont, remind me... you have said you've intercepted the men carrying this letter... a week ago? This time, I must have you swear upon the Sisters that this be truth."//Nuallan Beaumont is now active!