Jovis, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 51st day of Fall, Arenfall
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The black substance evaporated in the open air. Most of them gasp at the sight of the black blob crawling out of his mouth.
"Damn it! That one again!" Lord Prestonheim pointed at the fruit menace. "What is that woman thinking?!" He massaged the bridge of his nose.
Prince Arterius curiously peeped from his back, "Godfather, is it completely gone?"
"Yes, it is." He sighed as he imagined his fate if the Obura fruit matured inside of him.
He turned to the terrifyied knight and sternly scolded him for his reaction. "You are a knight of the Principalia! Why do look afraid of such petty thing?"
The knight stepped back and apologized for his weakness.
"You better be!" He approached the young knight. "Now, get a shovel and give this man a proper burial."