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â You misunderstand. To hide any delegations from milord and lady would besmirch my otherwise time honored reputation among the ranks. However, if I am to be the go between of our two kingdoms then I believe I am in some right of knowing the details of the letter. â With a lack of hesitation towards her general jest, he saw it more as something that should have been addressed rather than make himself look bad on the behalf of both Ylisse and himself. Of course the way she smiled could have suggested otherwise but why needlessly take risks such as that?
â I am certain that both you and your kingdom stand honorably in what you do and how you present yourselves towards the general masses. But I am not one of those, now am I? I am a knight of another land with little if any information in regards to your land, and you speak of wishing to talk with the royal family Iâve given myself to protect and serve. Were I not under such impartial standards I would have delivered your letter without problem. But, as my station mandates, I must see myself to being careful. I trust you see no disrespect in my words, but were I to trust any kingdom that wished to give word to milord I would doubt we would still stand to this day. Besides. Were you so trustworthy and without anything to hide, then this would all be accomplished without problem now would it? âÂ
It was a rather winded thing to say but he needed to get that straightened out. Something always joked was how paranoid or how careful Frederick was in regards to everything he did. Double tasting tea and coffee to ensure the proportions were correct, ensuring none of the herbs used in the nightly meals were poisonous oak and above all else, keep the royal family safe. The woman before him was nice enough, yes. But so were many assassins, swindlers, thieves and those who perfected the art. He was paranoid because he had to be. If not, what would happen to the kingdom?Â
A curious quirk of his eyebrow was the response to the girlâs sudden realization that there hadnât been a formal introduction between either of them. Just paranoia from having one come from another land join theirâs and the royal matters to attend to. He saw no problem with it, as there were more pressing matters to address but now that she brought it on herself to bring up such things, heâd at least give her a name first as a sign of kindness and good gesture given his otherwise stalwart behavior.Â
â Sir Frederick. Knight of Ylisse is a title commonly associated with myself, but a bit of a mouthful so Iâve no qualms if you choose to simply address me as such. And yourâs as general introductions tend to lead to that? âÂ
Ű° Â Â Â It was intricate and elaborate explanation to say the least. Winded as it was, but it wasnât without reason. Yamuraiha had not spoken, itâd be hard to cut in between such firm words. Instead she blinked with a reserved understanding and felt herself a bit of a fool to having correlated in such a manner. Betwixt all that was going on, as messy a situation it was. Frederick seemed to remain calm and collected. Responding in quaint to anything Yamuraiha had asked of him, it was improper of her to assume things would continue without some actual protest.
Ű° Â Â Â Frederick was blunt and firm. All of his words were not without a negative annotation or held a condescending manner to it. Where in, she may have felt as much from someone else, the Knight made it certain that he held no such thing. If there bore ill intent, it was merely towards any poor action towards his King or Queen.Â
         If anything. Yamuraiha was reminded of herself; and in realizing this,
                      she tried to hold back a laugh.
â I see. Okay I understand, thats fine then.
  Perhaps you can help me write it then,Â
 is there any way I should address yourÂ
 King or Queen? I wonder if they areÂ
 willing to come into Sindira... I knowÂ
 Sinbad will not be able to impart onÂ
  leaving himself.. I may have to go in
  his stead for the time being.         â
Ű°    There was no particular manner of smile on her face, her expression was soft but adornâd the collected reflection of someone dignified. She was serious about procuring a letter, even more serious about meeting fellow generals, retainers, and royalty to establish some form of communication between them. Yamuraiha after all was the genius magician of her realm which meanât she was interested in thinking up everything she could at moments cause.Â
â  Uh... I donât see a pen.         â
Ű° Â Â Â To think in their efforts, rounding a main office together. Theyâd not put together the essentials. Yamuraiha stammered in slight, but she did not let it phase her. Pulling out a scroll she lays it flat upon a table and taps her coral made staff onto the floor. Inciting for the ink inside the bottle on the table, to float outwards. The woman had already began placing letters together on the page--sheâd made the assumption that if they could speak. That the likelihood of writing a letter that would be legible was possible--except that, the magics of the portal didnât go that far. With every word on the paper she wrote, it was certain itâd be unreadable by Frederick or his people.
â Right Iâm going to write about our meeting and
  perhaps ask to come together to meet with them.
  Ah, even if this was the case it can happen at any
  point in time. I suppose having them hail forth
  and call for us would be important. Hopefully that
  will be no problem to them.                      â
Ű° Â Â Â Each letter is created by the floating liquids soaking into the paper rather effortlessly by her instruction towards the magic. Though each letter seemingly unable to be read, she continued to go on like this stopping only but a moment to ask for his own incite.
â Can you read so far what Iâve wrote?     â
