In the Kingdom of Villenoir, where magic is privilege, the accent of Breton lawyer Lorient is a laughing stock in the noble court. When he smashes the floor of the Supreme Court with his ancestral blood oath—
Dark red evil spirits swallow the gilded dome like a flock of pigeons,
Eight hundred years of legal gold were torn into a shower of blood.
The ax of the "sans-culottes" split open the gates of Versailles,
The thorn rose of Lorient bloomed beside the guillotine.
And in the silver eyes of the pale half-elf August,
A stain on the soul is a capital offense.
They used the skulls of nobles to build a bloody shield,
Use the frozen city to compose a rational hymn.
Until Brittany's curse comes back to bite the earth:
Thorns strangle legislators,
The crystal swallows the Inquisitor.
"Every heartbeat moves the guillotine -
Cut off the shackles downwards and hang them on your neck upwards. "
Welcome to Wugou Commune,
The price of freedom here is to become your own executioner.
Very nice