Chapitre 82: Fuck Royalty

All royals, Imperial or Sanction, were addressed by thier 'brilliance.' 

This was an old and continuing Seeranthel tradition.

Of course, Sol also knew about this from his past memories. However, he couldn't care less about it.

His train of thought was simple; chill until the search missions came. 

After that, he could finally start making some moves.

Levi, the Sanction Prince himself, took a few steps forward, standing in front of his two accomplices.

With his hand on the hilt of his blade, he addressed the crowd with his firm and determined gaze, "My pity."

He said, as everyone lowered their hands and continued standing.

In Seeranthel, whenever greeting a set of people, a royal could decide to say a few different things.

'My blessings,' was the most common one, but the other two were, 'My pity,' which Levi used, and, 'My pleasure.'