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Hysteria took the papers from Evelyn and opened them, reading though the information slowly, such maters where critical to her country after all. As she listened to Evelyn she read the names, Urla Bronzewell had been living in Lionis and had born a daughter she had named Evelyn "Jean, please bring me the book of noble lineage" she asked and a student nodded her head and ran off. Hysteria had never met Urla, really she didn't have any connections to the Bronzewell family other then knowing that they had once been nobility.

Hysteria would fold the papers up and hold them in her hands "please stand up" Hysteria requested before continuing What you're asking is no minor thing. In order for you to inherit the Bronzewell estate you would have to be legitimized. You're female so that wouldn't be a problem, the issue comes in when taking note of your fathers family" Hysteria said as Jean came back with a large book. Hysteria would open the book to B and start flipping pages, BA, BE, BH, BI, BR. Hysteria flipped though a few more pages "Your father harbored ill intent against Bellris, and the thing that concerns me is that once you're legitimized are considerable for a seat on the council. What I don't want is you to have ill intent against Bellris and use it to rip the carpet from under my feet...." Hysteria trailed off and raised her eyes "So to speak" she said and looked back down, Beccets of Hestwall, Bheets of Loirt... "ah." Hysteria looked at the page, Bronzewell of Whipwood.

Hysteria followed the line down to the latest names, and here it was, The last duchess of Whipwood was Raven Bronzewell and she did actually have a sister named Urla Urla Bronzewell, according to this Raven had had a daughter Gailavira that went missing during the civil war, but as far as the records stated, Raven and Urla had been killed. Hysteria brought a quill with ink to the page and wrote down Evelyn's name, creating a connecting line. "Near a month ago another women came to Bellris having been promised a seat on the council by my brother. I requested of her that she give up her titles and lands of her home Kingdom in order to become a councilwomen. Hysteria closed the book and handed back to Jean, who quickly walked away to put it back "As it stands I would ask you the same if you where to inherit the Bronzewell Estate. Not only because your legitimacy would make you eligible to be on the council, but also to avoid war as long as possible. You are a Lioninian Princess, just having you in this castle is enough to cause the Empires supporters to grow suspicious of me and consider war."

Hysteria couldn't help but smile, how she liked this girl already. She would take another step toward Evelyn and finally she would say "I will allow you to inherit your mothers families manor and lands on these terms. You must pick a new name to go by while you're here however. I would like to suggest the name Gailavira, it was the name of your cousin before she went missing and it would make sense to use it and say that you've returned." Hysteria said and then moved away "As head of the council it is in my power to return your ancestral lands to you, however I will speak to the rest of the council about your offer to train soldiers" Hysteria turned around and smiled at Evelyn "I would like to suggest lightening your hair as well, You can dye it red or blonde depending of what types of plants and roots you use, but it would further help to hide your identity while living in Bellris." Hysteria suggested as she took in the Princess, well in Bellris she was just a High Class woman, so princess wasn't something she was here, and she hoped she didn't prove to be a bad investment.

Company:: Nero and Cyn
Outfit:: Practice gear
Feeling:: Friendly
Condition:: Healthy
Location:: Training
Currency:: 5000¢ EC
Items:: Wooden Sword
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The sudden closure of the borders of Bellris had cause a huge ruckus among the people of Bellris, and created a huge turn of unforeseen events. What men Roland was to receive into his private lands was now reduced to a forth of what was originally promised. What was his sister thinking, closing off their vast republic so suddenly! Surely Hysteria wasn't upset over the few Ethans that wanted to be under Roland's rule and protection, working on the lands of his manor, was she? No, this was something bigger. With the fires of homes now down and done, and the body of that Archduke Mortimer gone, Roland could only hope his sister has come to her senses but something was telling him things were I'm probably going to get worse before they got better.

"I can't be thinking like that...for I will be making things better for my republic soon."

Hidden as a common soldier among the recruits was Roland in disguise to relieve some of his stress while training with the new blood for the army. He would do this at times not only to relieve some of his own stress with the excise of training but also to get a feel for the soldiers and understand them better as people to know how best to use them on the battlefield. There haven't been any wars that Roland has publicly be involved in but nevertheless he wants to be sure when things get ugly, if they ever do, he won't be the only knight rushing with blade in hand at the howling dark that comes.

Set the scene with helms, soft armor and wooden swords as two soldiers test what they have learned from their instructor about Lionis battle tactics. Then, add a little rascal after Roland's winning match and see the two men smile at the little one who shows an interest in swordplay; The one who was smacked happening to be Roland who unmask himself to speak to the little one. "Hello Sir Nero."

Roland, a stranger, smiles lightly to the light footed assassin and gives little Nero a playful bow. "You did masterfully well with your swing, little sir knight." The child is confused and says so with the uncertain stare he begins to give the crimson eyed knight; The true recruit with a face of silent disbelief that he had the opportunity to face the Black Lion of Bellris; Son of the Crimson Lion of Bellris. "Your swing. It's good." The child still seemed a little confused, he looking over to it's papa before looking back to Roland as if waiting for some sort confirmation on something. Lifting the wooden sword in his hand Roland gives the young lad's sword a little tap and nods his head at the boy agreeingly. "Swing."

With that one word the boy smiles, understanding now what it was this man was trying to express, and with gusto the boy would advance on Roland with playful swings of little baby might. Taking the time to block at the child's swings Roland's own eyes now gaze up to the father from afar. "You're ​teaching your son an honorable path. I both respect that and welcome more people just like you and your son."

And so the prince of Bellris meets the knight of Bronzewell with sun upon their face and a breeze galloping by from the north; A sign that winter is coming.

A fair distance away, but close enough to be of help in case the sparring and practice went badly (which really wasn't likely to be the case with such skilled teachers at work). And after that, the child went away happy. So many words and so many conversations. A little too much for a little old lady like herself to worry herself over, so all she did right now was take a side-seat and listen like any nosy old war veteran. No battlescars to suggest that she had ever been near anywhere dangerous, but that didn't mean that she wasn't a force to be reckoned with.

Who was the last person you heard who survived crossing her?

Case closed.

She continued to patiently knit just to the side. She had been at the beck and call of the prince, of course, and for the moment she was merely awaiting his instruction. He had summoned her, so she arrived, and now that her things were packed, she was ready to go anywhere. So many things to think about. It was kind of exciting in its own way, this new stuff. She could understand the fear and trepidation of the young. But, as this grandma felt, every generation needed its war.

That's how you kept a nation sharp.

Would she say that out loud? Hell yes. Who would stop her?

Cyn stared at the Prince for a second and frowned "Roland Leoherz Bellris" he said and nodded her head "pleasure" she said to him "However for future reference please do not act like a commoner if you aren't going to follow though with the part" he said with a smirk and used the pommel of the wooden sword, pressing against his chest "I don't like my time being wasted by princes, councilmen or otherwise" he said to him before turning to look at the recruits "Double up and practice your defense!" he called out "I want you to be able to throw someone off guard in one week!" he ordered.

"I am surprised, I wasn't told I was going to be on the council, just that I was to train the new troops" Cyn said to Roland "That's what I have been doing since Councilwoman Hysteria hired me" he said to him simply before slowly watching his son walk over to Sharla and sit next to her "I do not think anyone should be without training when it comes to this world, it is perhaps one of the few things I agree with what your sister has done when she chose to arm the citizens... along with giving them an education and construction of better roads. At this rate Bellris will be number one in industry, export and import, The Bellrisians could bring about a rebirth of not just the Republic but the empire as well" he finally finished and he frowned as Nero started to poke Sharla "NERO!!! don't be rude!" he called out as Nero was about to pick up the play sword and start poking the older women's feet.

Nero looked up at Sharla and put the play sword down and crossed his arms before sitting down next to her and muttering "Mama mean"

Company:: Cyn, Nero and Sharla
Outfit:: Practice gear
Feeling:: Friendly
Condition:: Healthy
Location:: Training
Currency:: 5000¢ EC
Items:: Wooden Sword
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He said it was a pleasure but Cyn's face didn't quite match the part. Still, Roland didn't take it personally. Most people don't call an acquaintance a friend on the first day like businessmen don't call their partners simply associates.There is a sort of protocol to trust and it worked differently depending the situation. So far, Cyn showed a slightly playful side and dare place a pommel on Roland's chest and there he knew that this man was straightforward and real. It was sort of refreshing actually.

"You're not going to be on the council. That was just my way of checking something. I'm sorry." A slight smirk played upon the prince's lips but he was apologetic for having lied to Cyn like that. He wanted to be sure Hysteria didn't hire on Cyn for other things...but something told him to still keep an eye on this man. "You were hired to do a job and you're doing it well. I just had to be sure of it first hand and, my man, you are doing this humble republic a grand honor in helping us become that rebirth of the empire." Knowledge is power, and Roland believes in this very much so. With knowledge of how other opponents might fight the army might have a better chance in sizing a victory. After all luck favors the prepared, and no one is certain what the future will hold.

Suddenly, Nero was called out. Suddenly, Mama was called out. "Mama? I think the boy slipped up there." The prince jokes with the father of the child. "Speaking of mama, where is the child's mother?" Bu before he could get answer from Cyn, "Sharla! For goodness' sake, that joke is older than the castle is!" It was just now he noticed the royal nursemaid and just now that he recalled why he had her here; He was to ask her to be charged with looking over his own child to be.

The joke might have been ancient, but the child most certainly wasn't. What did he know of whether the joke was old ao long as it was novelty? Besides, the timing of the joke made it perfect.

The lad, eager to obey, took hild of her finger and tugged. She felt her knuckle pop, and anticipating the timing, she let loose a fart that didn't have a great deal of volume, but every child knew the trumpeting sound of a healthy ecosystem. Ah, the glory and relief of flatulence.

Sharla began to giggle. She couldn't help herself. "I'm sorry, wrong finger."

She picked up her knotting needles again. She cast a wink to her employer and turned all attention back to the kid. "Okay, okay. You're a smart kid. Why do seagulls fly over the sea?"