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"Your Majesty, my sword will pierce through that beautiful face of yours if you're not careful."
After the mysterious death of their father, twins Ranboo and Sylvia, learn that their lives weren't as truthful as they thought.
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YOU'RE BEING UNREASONABLE
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"Nothing is unreasonable about my actions." Technoblade huffed.
"I beg to differ." Phil grumbled.
"The guards do not perform to my liking."
"Oh my...Techno! You'll be the reason we crumble if you keep this up!"
The castle's lack of guards were Technoblade's doing, believing he was enough to defend the entire castle. His continuous efforts to fire all "inferior" guards was quickly becoming one of Phil's pet peeves.
"I can handle as many men as needed." Technoblade turned his head away from Phil.
Phil was leaning over, his elbows propped against his knees while his hands held up his covered face.
He groans, trying to keep himself together.
He was hoping for a civil discussion about Technoblade's impulses, but rather found himself wanting to throw a book at him from the shelf he was sitting in front of.
"I don't want to keep having this conversat-" Phil started but was caught off guard by a loud knocking down the hall.
The two men looked down the hall, then to each other, disregarding their conversation for the time being.
"Are you expecting someone?" Phil asked Technoblade while getting to his feet.
"No, I usually don't. You?"
Phil shakes his head.
"Come with me, please."
Technoblade took notice of Phil's tone sounding slightly concerned.
"How has no one opened the door yet?" He asked.
"Gee, it probably would have something to do with you firing a majority of our guards now wouldn't it?" Phil responded, almost yelling.
The two reached the door and Phil cracked it open.
His eyes widened at the sight of Netherite armor, the type mainly worn by Schlatt's guards.
"Please, we mean no harm." Fundy said quickly trying to ease the obvious tension.
"He helped unlock the prison cells, but I'm unfamiliar with the other one." Technoblade said to Phil.
