92 1v1 Incentivized (2/2)
”What do you mean by that?”
”Nothing more and nothing less. By the way, I did not invite all of you here so that you can have a decent chat with me. First, let me get things straight. If you win, you'll take the position as King of this kingdom of Tarragons, and you can do whatever it is that you want with us, you can even exploit us as proxy chess pieces for your personal purposes... but first, you must defeat me. How I miss being bedazzled by Requiem Aranea's chains once again.”
”I appreciate the incentives, but please do stop assuming that I'm an evil Feudal Overlord or something, aiming to take hold of the dominion's tenants to become my pawn”
”Wait, you're not?”
”Yes...”
”Oy oy! I just assumed right away because of what you're wearing... Do condone.”
”Uh yeah... But, first I just want to make it clear that I really don't have the motive to take over your Kingdom and neither to use it as proxy pieces for my race's war as you exclaimed... I am just here to get the humans who were tormented a while ago, make your Kingdom promise that they never again would seek the Kurenai, and possibly, let the King have his own verdict for his autocratic and biased reign... That's all. I have no intention of being King. I'm sent here for a different purpose.”
”Well, ain't that, right? Well, it's still a good negotiation. Upon hearing that, I, now of all time, basically want to lose hehe. But that would be an insult. Fine...First. If you will triumph over me in this showdown, I will make the Kingdom promise to never once again lay a hand on the Kurenai... which I think is inside that little human girl over there, am I right?”
”Hmmm... How did you know?”
”Pure instinct... Second. I will even make the Kingdom pay for there rude foolishness through helping you with some of your goals in your little race's warfare. Third. I will force exile the king. Sounds good?”
”Exile? That's too light. Judging by the majority's demeanor, I can somehow tell that they want to do something more atrociously just.”
”Well. if the people wish to make the punishment to be of a higher extent then let it be, it's not entirely in my hands anyway.”
”Now that's an authentic incentive method there, Patriarch Sir.”
”Oy oy, but you better not assume that you're sure to win. This old geezer still has a few party tricks under his sleeves.”
”Very well then.”
”In a duel, man to man, sword against sword, it can be a lack of skill that gets you killed. Often as not, though, it'll be a matter of luck, or if it goes on too long, then it'll be the man who tires first that tends to die. So, shall we end it early before it gets to that point?” He said..
He then made a martial artist's stance while the crowds' outroar grew, even more, seeing him in his battle array. And there's this unique transparent pressure coming from him...
The main archpriest, a martial artist? Well, that's a new twist. I expect a wand or a scepter or something.
”If you're wondering why I don't have a scepter, and why this proclaimed Patriarch is in this stance, then do understand that I hate cliches. What's wrong on changing typical stigmas that priests are qualified to using martial arts and are not limited to those kiddy magical scepters?” He said, with an undaunted and proud look.
”There's nothing wrong with that...” I extrapolated the fact all because, I, too feel exactly the same.
Hmmm... I feel that we will get along just fine. But for now, I have to cope with the incentives.
The Patriarch then seizes the first vigor of offense...
”Let me make the first move!!! WALTZ! DANCE OF THE WINDS!”