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CHAPTER 9 HAR BANA, HRAVAR DOMINION HOLY DOMINION OF ARATH
"Where is that criminal?" bellowed a seemingly dignified elder as he strode into the expansive complaints office of the local authority station. All the officials immediately stood at attention as the older man made his entrance. His voice resonated with a low vibration that reverberated through the entire hall, commanding the attention of everyone and signaling the governor's imposing presence.
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"Chaplain Governor Rovatyan," was met with a crisp salute from the officers, even as the coronation ceremony played on screens in the background.
The formidable former Templar Captain spoke with unwavering resolve, his gaze sweeping across the officers in the hall. "Where are you keeping that criminal? Bring me to him quickly," he demanded, his stern eyes narrowing. Levan, who had just entered the room from the opposite end, was now being released from his restraints.
"Father!" Levan exclaimed, rushing towards the chaplain governor and attempting to embrace him. However, the older man dismissed his son with a curt gesture, signaling for him to halt. "How dare you bring humiliation to our House? Where is that criminal that assaulted you?" The Chaplain Governor's voice was laced with anger, primarily directed at the person he sought. "All those years of your training in college, only to be defeated by an orphan?" his father spat in anger, the disappointment evident in his voice.
"The... the next room, father," Levan replied, his head bowed as he pointed towards the door behind him. His body bearing the marks of the fight that occurred the night before.
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Mikayel's face was cast downward, a mixture of fear and shame consuming him as he sat within the holding cell. Manvel gripped the bars from the outside while an officer stood nearby, ready to escort the child into the hall.
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"So you're the imbecile who seeks to tarnish the good name of my House?" the older man loomed ominously by the cell bars, his gaze fixed on Mikayel. Manvel glanced up to the side, catching sight of the chaplain governor, but he refrained from speaking, instead shifting his gaze back to the floor.
