Bree glared at Argit, who was awkwardly rubbing his neck as she demanded he answer her simple question, "What part of that man was chill?"
"Well, I haven't talked to him in …what, 15 years?" Argit laughed back nervously. "But after I fought you, I told everyone I could think of about you," Argit shook his head. "I was not prepared for old Thomas to have turned into such a…a drag; I mean, look at that!" Argit waved his hand up to the wall; Bree followed his motion to a decorative ornament hanging above the door.
The ornament in question was shaped like a W, with the center being much longer and the two sides being curved like an S, looping back in at the top.
"Alright, I don't know what my reaction here should be; I'm pretty sure I've never seen that thing before,"
"That's an insignia for the church of Salvo," Argit spat at the name. "Gods above, I hate them,"
"The Church of Salvo?" Bree frowned at the word Church and could only think of a single one she had ever heard of in the world she now called home. "Like that 'enslave all monsters because Humans are the best' Church?"
"No, that's the Church of the Humanitarian,"
That sounds right, albeit somewhat ironically. So, who's this Salvo guy?"
"Salvo was a King about three thousand years ago. His entire country was destroyed when he managed to open the Obsidian Pillar and released the Beast of a thousand eyes onto his nation,"
Argit was fuming as he spoke, and when it became clear he wasn't going to be stopping anytime soon, Bree pulled up a chair and gave him a drink from the table to help him calm himself before he continued the story.
"Over two hundred thousand died, including three Demon lords," Argit hit the table and cracked it as he spoke. "I was young back then, wasn't even through my first century as a Demon lord when it happened; my Sister, her husband, and my dear sweet friend Penny all died sealing that fucking thing away,"
"I'm…very sorry you have to go through all that," Bree patted him slightly before he jumped up and pointed at the curved w on the wall.
"No apologies necessary; you've lost comrades to that beast too," Argit replied; Bree didn't have the heart to tell him that everyone who died was revived at the end of the raid battle and that they had tried to use a cheap glitch in the system to cheat her out of her rewards right after the fight, "The Church of Salvo is a group of dumbasses who are trying to find and open that same fucking Pillar because they believe that the story is a lie and want to prove his innocence," Argit began spitting out literal flames as he spoke "But I was fucking there, save for one of the current nine demon lords, we where all there, but no, we're just lying for no reason because profits apparently,"
"And the worst part," Argit turned to Bree, clenching his fist, "If that beast is released again, we don't have enough Demon Lords to fend it off again,"
"My, I must say I do not like this place very much," Bree decided as she looked at the symbol of Salvo. "While I can see bits and pieces that seem alright to me, that, along with the number of times I have been called Bug-eyed, is really dragging my opinion of this place through the mud, but it has that one nice shop, maybe I could bribe that thing into coming to Green water?"
"And that's another thing," Argit suddenly flared back up as he kicked the chair the prince had been sitting at. "Insulting my friend, fine, she's her own woman, she can deal with her problems, but trying to arrest her, a visiting dignitary, for talking to the prince, and then he gets all uppity with me and tries to have me thrown out?" Argit snuffed out the fire in his mouth and blew steam. "Oh, this entire visit has exposed some serious issues in this nation, and It might be way past due time we renegotiated our treaty, "
Argit grabbed the chair he had kicked and pulled it towards the end of the table before taking a seat in it, "Bree, you've got my old seat; let's eat while we wait for old Thomas to return," Bree took a seat and together the two dined as they waited.
Both Argit and Bree had eaten their fill by the time Thomas and his wife returned; Thomas snapped and pointed to the wall. "Off the chair," He demanded of Bree.
"Being the king of a large nation does not entitle you to boss me around," Bree replied at once, "Especially seeing how there's no feasible way for you to make me move, maybe ask me to move instead of talking me like i'm a disobedient pup?" Thomas ground his teeth as he took his seat, his wife sitting next to him.
"As the ruling Monarch of Maragon, you will show me the respect I am due and obey my word, for in this nation, it is law. Now go stand by the wall until I decide what to do with you,"
"Big words," Argit cut in. "But you are aware you're trying to get someone stronger than me to obey you, right? And just a little f.y.i, rumors are true I am now the third strongest Demon Lord, making Bree comparable to Clementine, probably weaker than Mimzy but definitely equal to or greater than Clem,"
"Are you threatening me?" Thomas demanded.
"That was not a threat; it was a fact," Argit replied. "Nothing you do or say will make her or I move until we've had a nice long chat," Argit took a turkey leg and bit into it before continuing with food in his mouth. "So care to explain that shit?" Argit used the turkey leg to point at the Symbol of Salvo.
"The Church of Salvo seeks truth in a world where Demon Lords lie and scheme," Thomas shot back. "Salvo was a great man; you Demon Lords killed him and his nation to cover up the true use of the Obsidian Pillar and…" Argit finished chewing and cut him off.
"Wow, how the mighty have fallen," Argit laughed as he tossed his turkey leg aside, leaving it to tumble across the table messily, "Remember that week you and I spent with Demon Lord O'Brian? Hunting that feral Onikuma that had been ravaging your lands, Two demon lords stopped everything to help you out entirely because you asked us to, and yet you sit here not but two decades later calling us both murderous liars?" Argit shot smoke out of his nostrils. "You've let your Ego overtake the man you used to be; when was the last time you left this castle?"
"He hasn't been outside in 9 years," The Queen replied.