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Out of the corner of her eye, Priscilla watched as Liliana scored a painful encounter with the fire.
The Yang Sword allowed the candidate to create a unique white flame that obediently digested only what its mistress told it to digest. The songstress was not on his list.
Unfortunately, the magic still posed as physical pain, so Priscilla realized that it wouldn't be easy for Liliana to sing for the crowd.
- Gosh, what's that? You shouldn't be watching yourself. This is your Trial too, take it seriously. Otherwise I won't be able to look my husband in the face!
Sirius' voice, on the other hand, reminded the princess that she must not distract herself.
Actually, the Archbishop simply craved attention. That would even be normal if it weren't for the chains with which she demanded it. Each blow had a force capable of breaking bones and tearing limbs. Fortunately, Priscilla easily dodged the subsequent attacks, deflecting them with the Yang Sword. She snorted under her breath.
They are as pathetic as she is.
- What a poor girl... - spoke Sirius calmly, glancing at Liliana. Her voice was not at all in keeping with her chaotic, violent movements. - Look at her desperate expression. There's so much sadness emanating from her! Don't you think it's tragic?
- Not a bit," replied Priscilla coldly.
The chains wriggled like snakes of metal, trying to drive their fangs into the aristocrat's soft skin. They arched, moving in and out of the way, crisscrossing with fate. They surrounded the princess like vines until she was caged in.
- What a crude weapon it is. Not much sense of style, and the attacks with it are noisy and vicious. What a clatter, it hurts the ears! If that was supposed to keep me busy, you really didn't show off. Annoying! I'm amazed that you can use something like that," she concluded indifferently as always.
Then a shout from an exasperated Liliana reached her ears:
- Whoa! Lady Priscilla, but you are supeeeeer!
The aristocrat smiled with satisfaction for the first time during this battle.
- Heh, heh, heeeh! Lady Priscilla, I'm keeping my fingers crossed! To battle! - shouted the minstrel, clenching her fists.
- There you go, what an honest response. I definitely prefer something like that to some stretched theories about happiness and love. Although, given her screams, it's a good thing she's one of a kind... - said Priscilla, clearly pleased.
- Oh my! You complimented me! That was praise, wasn't it? Am I happy? Whoa! Hooray! Hip hip! Whoa! The Bloody Bride was clearly eager to fight. She started to move even faster and more agilely, she deflected chain attacks, and from under the crossing steel spilled not sparks but flames.
- Oh, my! Oh, my! Ah... Aaah! - Sirius let out a sigh while the chains danced like crazy. Her movements were also smooth and coordinated.
The Archbishop operated her weapon with great skill, moving her entire body in the process. It was not difficult to guess that she had spent years perfecting her skills. Not even for a moment did she lose complete control of the steel hooks at the ends of the chains that moved at the speed of sound.
- This is the first time I've met someone so stubborn that my words don't work on them. What made you close the gates of your heart so tightly?
- Baseless suggestions. Don't think you'll see through me!
At first glance, it was obvious that they did not respect each other. No wonder, after all, they had completely opposite views - one professed universal love, the other absolute selfishness.
- If I give up, if I begin to despair, if I simply decide that a hopeless case is before me and that conversion is impossible, I will let the world sink into darkness! But after all, every living being is capable of listening, every heart feels! Please understand! I want to save you! You are lost, you are suffering. Do you think that strength consists in not showing weakness? Man can do very little on his own. You can only reach the heights when you take another person's hand, and for that you need empathy, conscience, and finally love!
Priscilla remained silent while Sirius persistently oozed his poison into her ears. She spoke sweetly to lull her listener's alertness. Like a good friend, trying to get close, sparing no charm. Her words were so captivating that it would be a sin to deny them.
Fortunately, she came up against an opponent with a will of steel.
- Have mercy on me and stop forcing me to listen to your fantasies. Don't count on me to change anything.
Sirius must have expected that answer, because she tilted her head undeterred.
- So how about a different one? How about "Iris and the King of Thorns?" Or would "The Knight of the Silver Rose" be better? Or "The Execution of Magrita"?
Priscilla's expression changed beyond recognition. Boredom was suddenly replaced by a cold lust for murder.
- Die! - she whispered and threw herself at her opponent to mercilessly decapitate her in one move.
Sirius' death would also mean the end of those who were in the power of her Authority. Unfortunately, Priscilla was so furious that she didn't care about that at all. All she was thinking about was punishing Wrath.
Liliana, who glanced at the ongoing battle, was convinced that the Archbishop didn't stand a chance, that the enemy's head was about to roll down the cobblestones... And with it, thousands of heads of all the people connected by magic.
- What do you mean? - sighed the amazed Song. - Lady Priscilla!
The princess received a powerful blow with the chain and fell backwards.
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