The Saga of Las Aminour

The Next Election

Sakarai Suna walks out of the crowd, with her hood pulled low over her face to avoid detection.

"Madame Suna, didn't expect to see you you here today. How are you taking the loss of the election?"

"I'm not even supposed to be out in public right now."

"I know, I'm not stupid. I have an... interesting proposition for you." Parcival said. "I need votes for the election. I need this diplomat position. Using your political power, you could give me the votes I need and in return... unintelligible words."

"See, I can read anything just by looking at it," Sakarai says. "Or thinking about it. But I'm done trusting politicians no matter who they are."

"I don't care much for politics either but I need revenge. This is the only way I can get it. I'm not asking you to trust me. I'm asking for your help."

"Ever since I beat Aaron at the presidency, everyone's been afraid that I'll read their minds or something. But Aaron has reality-altering powers, and no one bats an eye."

Sakarai looks into the sky, which has turned a crimson red. "Who knows what kind of villainy he'll get up to now."

"Okay, I'm just asking for using your followers to vote for me. I need it to be somewhat fair."

"I'll see what I can do."

"So we have a deal?" Parcival says, both turning to look at each other, a serious, solemn silence between them.