"Shut up," Thomas spat at his wife as she spilled the beans on how long he had been self iscolating within his halls, "Now listen, We had a deal, and you lost,"
"Like hell I did," Argit shot back. "This here is a genuine Elf and I got the appraisal results to prove it, where's my whip!"
"Elves are tall and slender; they were said to have been beyond beautiful, had a deep-rooted connection to nature, and were known for their respect and wisdom," Thomas pointed to Bree. "This thing is short, bug-eyes, hideous, and was stupid enough to taunt my child,"
"Thomas, I will punch you," Argit's warning aimed towards Thomases liberal use of insults towards a woman he had already been told and vocally acknowledged was a Queen. "And her looks and personality don't matter; once more from the top, I have the appraisal results, and guess what!?" Argit leaned forward. "Go one guess,"
"I…"
"She's an Elf!" Argit practically screamed out, "Bam, boom, done deal, you owe me a whip,"
"This is just another example of Demon lords using their power to lie to the masses," Thomas declared. "You lost, and as per our arrangement, you are required on your honor to aid me in the war against the Demon Lord Mimzy," Argit simply laughed, his anger melting away into disbelief.
"Every Demon Lord could all gang up together, and we'd still get our asses handed to us by Mimzy," Argit declared. "That's so stupid that I would think you were joking if not for that Salvo crest up there," Argit got to his feet and took a deep breath before walking up to Thomas and took a moment to compose himself before smacking Thomas across the face with an open-palmed slap.
"Get your shit together," Argit said in a stern voice. "I don't care how great you think you are, you have no right to arrest people for 'talking to your son,' and you better believe this when I say, if I hear you take part in some 'holy war' against Mimzy I'll come down here and declare war on your nation, I'm sure you can imagine how many problems will rise should I offer citizenship to all who wish to relocate to Ozama,"
Argit turned away from Thomas and waved him away, "Now get the hell out of here; I'm gonna talk to your wife; she seems like the less stupid of the two of you,"
"You dare…" Thomas attempted, only for Argit to look back at him, silently daring him to stay in the room; after a moment, he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door in his wake.
"That guy?" Bree asked the queen. "There must have been someone better,"
"It was an arranged marriage," The Queen assured her. "But ever since he came home with Charles, he's gone down a slippery path," She sighed as she shook her head. "I'm so sorry he made a scene in front of your elf friend,"
"Now, why is it you believe I'm an elf?" Bree questioned suspiciously.
"The guards informed me that a short woman holding Argit's Fan ax used Anti-magic to absorb the Anti-Magic barrier, and I have never heard of any creature having enough mana to casually absorb all that Anti-magic and still be casually walking around within minutes of doing it," The Queen smiled "Seeing as we know nothing about Elves I'm choosing to believe you must be one, at the very least you're not of a race I've encountered before, and I've met a lot of unique creatures in my time,"
"Oh yeah, Bree is like super mega old," Argit cut in. "She was around before the Lunar Sea was formed," Argit leaned in closer and whispered, "She's even seen the Beast with a thousand eyes,"
"Well then," The Queen stood up and offered her hand to Bree, who shook it politely. "I am Queen Milena,"
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance," Both Argit and Bree respond with the same polite tone.
"I'm interested to know, if you're as old as you say you are, do you know any kinds of magic that haven't survived the ages?"
"She can do Ice magic," Argit responded simply. "Although she claims her actual mastery is in the Botanical field of magic,"
"That's technically a half-truth," Bree thought nervously. "I only said that because that was what I went to college for. I was a master in the game, sure, but it was only used to get more raw material for crafting potions and items; there's only one combat viable spell attached to it,"
"That said, I've never actually seen her use it," Argit chuckled. "You can imagine how embarrassing it is to get beat by someone only to find out they never used any of their good stuff on you,"
"If I might be so bold, could I see some of this Botanical Magic?" Mila asked politely. "I know you probably think I'm just some old queen, but I'm also the head chairwoman for the Pandoran School of Magicraft; I'd be interested to see what we could learn from you,"
"Um, sure," Bree replied nervously. "I'll just need some soil,"
"The School has a Greenhouse," Mila replied instantly. "how about we go see what you can do there?"
"Yes!" Argit replied in Bree's stead "I have got to see this; let go immediately, Although I am still owed a magic whip,"
"I'll try to get my husband to see reason," Mila shook her head as she spoke, "But I can't promise anything," Mila walked to the door and waved for them to follow her, "Come along, the School is a fair distance away and can only be found by someone who already knows where it is. Otherwise, you could fly right above it and fail to see it,"