"Nuno, where did you find these soldiers? They look fierce, yet they lack discipline... Are they the scum from the sea? You actually blocked me with these people in the middle of the night, wearing armor and carrying matchlock guns? Damn it! I'm not your enemy, I never thought of making a move against you... We're in this together!..."
"Duarte! I need you to explain something! The church mass in two days, with Duke Manuel as the main figure, will you attend it?..."
"...So that's what this is about! Nuno, you came just in time. I was going to find you about this whether you came or not... Come in with me! Let your men come in too. At such crucial times, let's not become a laughingstock to outsiders..."
The new night was calm as water, and the homes of the royal household chiefs were not far away. However, when two blurry groups confronted each other, all clad in armor, wielding crossbows, knives, guns, and matchlock guns, the scene had nothing to do with tranquility or peace.
