"Oh come on, Sir Gillian." Soulscale's solemn tone dropped albeit for a second. It was a bit too difficult to be dramatic while eating cake, lest she splattered everything over. "There was one elven princess in the order, and she could use a little more... spice in her life. I mean, when she found out about me she threatened to turn me into an arrow pincushion!" The chipper demon answered, as she poked Gillian's nose with an accusation finger.

"I've got an eternity to live, and you're decidedly waaay less amusing than perkybutt Nero." The demon. "Althought the cake is good." She added smiling, as she jumped out of the shoulder.

"ALRIGHT, MORTAL. BE PROUD, I SHALL GRANT YOUR BOON REGARDLESS." The demon added, beckoning Sir Gillian to follow.

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Nero Sunfield was having a deep frown. Everything smell rotten on this behaviour, and she could feel people's attempts at tugging at the strings. Belwiss was essentially making things more difficult. They had asked in no uncertain terms to dance, and even if common sense had to be applied, one could never know who might feel entitled to retaliate afterwards.

The paper beneath her hand scrunched significantly, eliciting a response from Sult, who was reclining in her bed of the shared room.

"This is really awkward." Sult added, without much care. "I do think that Belwiss has a degree of reason. But I can see where you come from. She hates highborn prepotence, you see." Sult added as she flicked through a book. 

"I know. This is exceedingly dangerous, I can't let slip up." Nero added. 

"But you're no longer a captain, just a rank and file right now, Nero." Sult added yawning. "Alright. I've decided." She finished. "We need a flip of perspective."

"Sult...that is going to never work." Nero added, deadpan. 

"Why, because we're minutes apart? Come on, Nero. You get to play Sult. Maybe you will get some idea after relaxing a bit. Or tease Gillian." Sult added, as she smiled.

"Heh. You really know me on the inside. Alright, I will be Sult for a while. But what do you plan to do?" "Sult" smirked. 

"Oh, not much. I am going there with Fanilly and see if I can be the one who is a responsable knight for once." "Nero" added, as she left the room, heading for Fanilly's room, after a quick exchange of clothes.

"Belwiss." "Nero" stated curtly, her eyes staring at the scene. "Looks like we have similar ideas in the end."