"Hold on, hold on. Time out. Just pause for a second." She makes a time-out sign with her hands, and crosses her legs midair as if she were sitting down. "You're saying that I'm the Rightful Queen?"
She can't help but chuckle in surprise. "Really? Oh come on, do you really think that I'd be interested in politics? That's ridiculous. Anything done in the name of the 'Rightful Queen' wasn't done by me. I'm not some sort of jealous, tactical super-genius Queen out to get you. Whatever you did to your citizens to make them hate you is entirely your fault."
"You might have, but when you were here, you sparked something in Sir Parcival that made him think. He then spread the idea to others, which has spanned an entire galaxy!" An explosion erupts behind Aaron. "The Rightful Queen may have not been started by you, but it was your ideals that started it."
When Akyan smashes the first computer, a red alert is pushed out. Reinforced glass now covers the computers.
Rieka curtly nods as the people are evacuated by the guards, then turns back to the hellfire engines.
"You want to go toe-to-toe with me?" she taunts the monster. "Good luck."
With those words, she throws her hand axe as hard as she can at the open mouth of the engine.
"My ideals? Maybe Parcival was making it up. What kind of ideals does this movement follow?" Sheerow uncrosses her legs and flips around to her side as if she were laying on the floor, her head propped up on her hand. "I'm genuinely curious. 'Cause right now, it kind of sounds like Parcival's to blame, not me. You said that he had an idea and spread that to an entire galaxy and it turned into the Rightful Queen movement. I think that's a form of idolisation and that's completely out of my hands."
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The Saga of Las Aminour
General FictionA capitol that will end in hellfire begins with an election of a man named "tyrant".
