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Iaira's mocking words and attempted stabs at Weyellin's pride brought to him a memory of how he was as a boy in history classes learning about the failed leadership of Overseer Turckin, his greatuncle, who Weyellin's father decapitated in Proving Combat. With this memory came a wide smile in the view of his failure, his lack of power, righteousness and knowledge.
'...clench your teeth as you deliver more death unto "sinners".'
"A pleasure, my girl."
He chuckled lightly and continued walking out of the room.
Ignorance. She could not understand.
Then show her.
Upon his exit of the room, a post of four elite guardsmen stood to firm attention. A woman, young but frail, walked forth and knelt before him.
"My Overseer, am I to escort our prisoner now?"
"Yes, lady. But take her to the Parish first. She needs to be educated."
"At once, sir."