"I've already released the priest, the direction…"
Magnus was ready to fulfill his promise, gallantly awaiting death.
"Put that aside for a moment. You, go fetch my blade."
Zote's powerful hand patted Magnus's shoulder and instructed a clergyman, flexing his arm. It had been a long time since he had seen such a big operation, not since the Emperor's task force disbanded.
For someone as massively built as him, toy blades wouldn't suffice. He needed the real thing.
He hoped that his time in imprisonment and exile hadn't dulled his abilities.
Fortunately, during the early days of the Emperor's reign, the treasury was not abundant. His sword from back then had been auctioned and collected by Great Nobles, but the armor with a crack on the chest was kept in a provincial museum, retrieving it would take some effort.
Luckily, the blade was already here.
"You can't eat that."
