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Luther

Luther’s nonchalant demeanor belied his true surprise at the turn of events this Battle Royale had taken so far. He was currently lounging rather inappropriately in a chair next to the Princess he was trying to woo, with his head and left arm dangling over the left-hand side next to Liandre whilst his right hand clasped his should to create a makeshift cushion. His right leg, currently hooked over the arm-rest on the right side, was swinging back and forth lightly, the heel of his boot making a slight thud sound whenever it connected with the side of the chair. His eyes though, if anyone were to look at them whilst observing the fight they would find those normally placid-orbs now engaged and flush with calculation.

To be truthful he could never grasp why they insisted upon having these death matches every year, well of course he understood the reasoning behind it, at least the bit everyone knew about, obviously there must be ulterior motives besides choosing the leading class and keeping the Flawed in check, he just could never come to see the logic behind it. The pragmatist and utilitarian hidden in his mind knew the flawed were much more useful alive than dead, of course that’s why they made these death matches, letting them live would make things much too tricky to keep their society in order. Naturally this forced Luther to reconsider his philosophical views at times, but this was a rather tricky subject to be honest about it. No matter how he tussled with it there just didn’t seem anyway for everyone to win from this point, either force the current ruling classes to accept their physical inferiority and relinquish their power willfully, not a popular concept, or continue on with this farce and lead to some eventual civil-strife.

The sound of the Princess Liandre sitting up next to him and having King Resdrollheim call out to her brought the young Royal from his drift into the contemplation of societal philosophy, he assumed there would always be time to think about such things later. The poor dear did seemed rather pale, at least more so than she had been earlier in the day, and she soon rushed out of the King’s Booth. If his Father had been a different man he might have been able to do the same during his first Royal, but he was a general’s son, and there were some things even he could not avoid. Despite his disdain for the needless loss of life Luther had grown rather accustomed to the Royale and did enjoy watching the battles, especially the ones such as now where it turned into a free-for-all between the best of the contestants. That was probably the biggest reason he took on such a care-free demeanor during the Royale, he wanted to stifle the piece of himself most similar to his Father.

This seemed like the perfect opportunity to steal a little more free time with the delicious little Liandre, but the King seemed highly displeased with her departure and the current turn of events in the Royale, things were progressing much more swiftly than usual…strange how the King’s Flawed seemed not to be anywhere in sight. Regardless though, with the bet he had with the King at the moment Luther could not risk leaving the booth until after this round finished, if he denied the King the possibility of having a chance to gloat would be unconscionable. It was such a shame… he was certain Liandre was about to fall madly in love with him but he would just have to wait a little bit longer though, that is if his bet didn’t backfire on him.

The Royale raging in front of the crowd brought Luther’s thoughts to Nobunaga, the curiously similar figure with whom he conversed in his dreams from time to time. He wondered what the man would think about such fights as these, how he might fare in them, and even if he would participate. Luther felt he knew the survivor fairly well, and the man did have a penchant for fighting from what he could gleam, but he had very reserved opinions when it came to fighting, he couldn’t picture Nobunaga fighting if it wasn’t of the utmost necessity to his survival, but then again they forced the Flawed into these situations so that might not be a problem. As for how he would fare would be entirely up to the opponents he was paired with, he could definitely seeing the reptilian-like individual making it to this round, but much farther than that would be up to luck and fate, which he seemed to have amble amounts of good and bad for either one, respectively.

It was all the same though, he highly doubted such a situation would ever arise, and he doubted they would ever meet outside of their dreams. Strange to think though, but they had never spoken about the Royales and he could not think of a reason why, they’ve had ample time to discuss many things, but he had never broached the topic as of yet, he might consider doing so their next time out, or in depending upon how you looked at it, so as to gleam a bit more into Nobunaga’s mind. When Luther looked again at the King he seemed extremely perturbed, and grabbed furiously at one of his attendants and whispered something to the man hurriedly. Whatever it was it seemed the attendant was somewhat shocked and disturbed by what the King had told him while he rushed from the booth quickly. The King must be planning something for this round…hopefully it didn’t ruin his chance to take Liandre out on that date.