"Though I understand your actions, you've still executed my people without my say. Erst duchy is a one of the Three Great. Fest is nothing more than a subordinate to ours. Your actions are far too extensive and could even be considered treasonous!"
For someone who seemed like someone who lived at the beck of his underlings, the duke was quite eloquent. But looking at how self-satisfied the man looked in his giant throne, Savine felt that maybe that was likely his most admirable trait.
"We understand you are unsatisfied with our actions, but please be understanding, Your Highness. We were urgently summoned by the Head Temple in the Sovereign's City, thus were in a hurry."
"The Temple? For what reason?"
"That is a private matter protected by a magical contract, I'm afraid."
<They're lying, Your Highness,> the scholar whispered from the side.
"So you claim one thing, but refuse to give us a proper explanation?!" the duke parroted.