Enlightenment

"Ah, so they were too tired to fight after all, surprise surprise!" Emilio shook his head, crumbling the paper and throwing it to the flames.

CHAROODLER NO

Emilio Varoche cheered, "Huzzah, peace in our time, peace for humanity!"

Mark Temesch reads the edict, "It's joever..."

Emilio sat within the chapel of Palazzo Napoliza, praying for Adelheid to safely reach the Seven Skies, "I will miss you dear," the Roach said, a tears stemming from his eyes, "If-a only I could've been better."

Emilio shook his head, "Dumacracy won't save you!"

Emilio looked to his victorious sons, a proud smile upon his roachly visage, though he was rather confused, "I thought stassies never died? Though it must-a be the other way around."

Emilio smiled as he heard of the news, "The Lowlands shall be whole again! God bless the King! Tandem Triumphans!"

Giano looked over his holiness' words, shaking his head, "This is all hardly a surprise, these are the same Renatian devils who only forty years ago creeped out of whatever hell they resided in and decided to worship Godfrey as a god. Such men are fools and beyond redemption, only deserving of salt and fire upon their lands."

"How the House of Yakov falls farther and farther each year, it's a shame," Emilio said of his distant cousins.

Emilio looked at his big pile of minae, "Eh... best I can do is 5 minae, I'm sorry cugino Stefano."

Emilio instructs Roach Co. to deliver a shipment of roach red to boon, to be in his good graces!

Emilio Varoche looked upon the will, having seen it in person and it's true wisdom, "We are saved... we are saved- I can only hope."

Emilio Varoche signed the documents, as the King had bribed the Illatian lord with cannolis

Emilio blinked, utterly surprised at the news, "I never thought I would see the day... well perhaps the Creator does answer the prayers of all."

still pissed you debuffed that god sword I had years ago...

“Justice shall be served, Louis will be avenged!” Emilio screamed, to no one in particular.

"We have the fed the clergy more than enough, yet they always bite our hands," Emilio grimaced.

“Was it truly necessary to kill our poor boy? He made a jest, common in our enlightened lands, a light hearted one at that,” Emilio sighed for the poor innocent lad, slain by a Hanseti tyrant, “It must of hit too close to home. He shall be avenged, your savagery is your undoing, you ball-less king.”

Emilio's eyes widened, "No this cannot be, there is some foul hypocrisy going on around this!"

Emilio Varoche looked to his bandaged hand, having been cut for the testing, then to his wife who was resting from the whole ordeal, "Well, that settles that," the Roach said to himself, before leaving to get himself a glass of wine.

Emilio Varoche, the now Vice-Chancellor of Aaun, raises an eye upon the ramblings of Ferdinand von Augusten, a distaste entering his mouth at the waste of ink to letter such treasonous ideas and thoughts. "You write much, of the injustice of the Crown and your house's supposed innocence. and yet you and your house does not- and clearly will not take action against its members to ensure that the evil present within it removed. You will not submit to house wide tests, you have burnt your properties within the capital to cover your tracks and now, the coup de grace of it all, you renounce your allegiance to Aaun, a treasonous and most illegal act and expect nothing of it? Are you deranged? Or simply plain stupid, truly I am unable to tell at this point. It is simply just one thing after another." the Roach wrote, writing such words into a letter for this Ferdinand so that he may understand his foolishness and folly, adding a further addendum to such. "The truth of the matter is this, you cannot fix rot, only burn it and replace it with stronger wood. Your house is such rot, and it shall burn as all vampyres deserve."

Sigismond sighed, rubbing his singular eye, "I never met this Konstantin, though if he is as much a hassle as his useless mother Cosima was then good riddance indeed."

The Magistrate of Whitespire, Emilio Varoche, strummed his hand upon his hickory desk as he read the once Count of Hohengarten's admission of his famiglia's guilt, exasperation escaping from him in a short sigh, "You may run, Augusten, but you cannot hide from the righteous hand of justice." His Honour promptly picked up his gavel, practicing striking it upon his desk in a frenzy.

Emilio Varoche read over the letter, shaking his head, his gaze looking towards a sword mounted upon his wall, "All 'empires' come to an end... I wonder if Haense has realized that theirs has."