Desire is one thing. Any one person in this world has a Desire. To be a superstar? The power to destroy all of creation? To have freedom? What is it that you desire most in this world of magic?
What I desire... to be a God...
Everything belongs to...
???: Hmmm , Mitsugoshi Coffee Beans are indeed high quality, even the aroma is still delicious even when it's cold. A drink that is perfect for busy people like me.
A noble sitting at a desk drinking a cup of coffee. He nods to himself as he puts the cup down on the coaster setting it down.
???: A cup of coffee is the busy Gentleman's greatest Ally.
He looked down at his desk to find several reports lay before him.
???: Covering up the misdeeds of Eliza Darc'Icon and burying the many witness accounts has proven to be an arduous job indeed.
He picked one of them up.
Goethe : But laying the groundwork is no dauting task for me, the great Goethe Moan...
(A/n: Alright I'll bite , what the hell? Moan? First Asshat now Moan, what's next?>
Goethe: After this is done. I will demand wealth and rank befitting my work. I will no longer content myself with the lowest rank of the Night Blades.
He piled the reports and picked them up. As he was about to walk away, he found someone standing there.
Goethe: What is it, Man? Have you been waiting here the while time? How dedicated of you.
He holds the reports to him.
Goethe: Take these papers Marquis Darc'Icon.
As he shoved them to the man, he turned away.
Goethe: They're for the trial and are highly confidential. Treat them as such. And get me another cup of coffee. This one's gone Co-
He heard a loud Thud as he turned around to find the man on the ground dead.
Goethe: W-What the?!
As blood seeped from the man's neck, he dropped his cup as it shattered on the reports.
Goethe: W-Who did this?! The Hopes?! Or Could it be the Night Blades?!
As he backed away towards his desk, fear was in his eyes.
Goethe: I've outlived my usefulness, is that it?!
He looked forward to notice someone else was standing there.
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???:.......
Goethe: W-Who are you?!
As he looked at the Clown, he paniced and hurried to the mounted swords.
Goethe: Not one for talk, huh? But you're wrong to think you can get rid of me without a sword!
As he picks up the sword and draws the blade, he lunges at the clown.
Goethe: I've been preferring deskwork lately...But I've earned a few accolades at the Spellswords Academy, I'll have you know! An unarmed-
Before he knew it , a playing card was lodged into the man's forehead as blood seeped from the wound. He falls over , dying. The Clown merely held up a deck of playing cards and begins to shuffle them.
