"I must say, Your Majesty, this isn't… *sigh* this isn't the way I was hoping things would go down." Tobias spoke in a somewhat sad tone as he removed his hand from the spear and stood up.
"You sentenced my poor brother-in-arms to death and for what? For speaking out of turn? My, how… tyrannical of you He did not deserve that, oh no he didn't. He was supposed to act like a victim at this damn clown show and yet you… *sigh*."
"....." Maxwell just kept staring at him with those golden dead eyes that showed neither panic nor fear.
"What's wrong, Your Majesty? You were so chatty just now? Cat got your tongue~? Oh what am I saying, of course you cannot move. This is a new spell that my brothers and sisters had invented in order to stop anything that moves with a fifty-meter radius. Although it takes some pre-preparation. Here, look."
Tobias took off his priest robes which revealed a body filled with crude and cursed looking crimson tattoos.
