"Judas!"
"I would rather die than be a slave."
"Genoa will never yield."
"..."
The whispers from the nobles made the elder who had stepped forward pause. He was starting to hesitate.
"It seems a better solution is needed here."
A voice rang out, and a fully armed woman strode in.
It was Matilda.
She was not in her usual riding attire, but a full suit of Chain Armor. Over the mail, she wore a surcoat embroidered with the Canossa Clan's coat of arms. Her War Helmet was topped with a coronet that signified her Identity as a Marquis, fitted with four Golden Blades with a Silver Ball set between each one.
"The people standing here are self-righteous. They arrogantly and ignorantly believe that they themselves are Genoa, that they were born to rule here, as if God has already anointed them.
