Keiser had enough.
The moment their overlapping voices rose again, he snapped, his voice cutting through the heat and noise like a drawn blade.
"Alright, fine..." he hissed, every ounce of authority bleeding into his tone, the same kind he used when facing Sheol's beast, when he was the Royal Knight, the one who led the subjugation forces into Sheol whenever a surge hit.
His voice carried that same commanding chill now, sharp enough to still the air. "If you really want to help, fine. I'll bite into that Heart talk of yours. Tell me your plan, and I'll make mine with yours in mind."
The three froze, blinking at him as if he'd just grown another head.
Lenko squinted, suspicion and confusion flashing in his eyes. "…You… you sound like the prince just now," he muttered, almost to himself, then looked down, expression clouded.
