Slayers Fan Fiction ❯ Gypsy Moon ❯ Chapter 8: Those sleepless nights ( Chapter 8 )

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Gypsy Moon

"From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean." -Romeo and Juliet



Chapter 8: Those sleepless nights.

Renald straightened out a pile of papers on the desk and sighed. "There, now that that's taken care of," he put his pen down and gazed around the room.

It had been over a week since the group had left Saillune; and it had been over a week since Renald had gotten a decent day off. He had heard nothing on the attack and had not gotten any mail from Amelia about some new information she could have possibly gotten.

"Sir," the door to the room was pushed open and one of the maids stuck her head in to look at Renald.

"What is it?"

"Well," the maid turned her head back and looked behind her. "I'm sorry we got no notice of this sooner, but," she put her head back in. "Do you have a moment?"

Renald looked at his desk and saw three stacks of papers that still had to be organized, six papers to read over and sign, and he still hadn't gotten breakfast. "How urgent is this?"

"It's the Elven council, Sir. Lord Elendor asks for some of your time."

"The Elven council?!" Renald almost jump out of his chair and felt himself start to panic. He wanted to run away, to jump out the large window that was behind him, dash through the garden, and leave all the duties he had behind him.

'What am I so scared about?' he asked himself. His shaking hand was brought up and he began to straighten out his collar. At least he was trying to, but instead he was unknowingly just tugging at it in different directions. "L-let them in," he said to the maid. 'The elves are nice people! I shouldn't be scared! I've met with Elendor before... But I was just a person on the side! Elendor meets with King Phil, not me!'

Renald finally lifted his head and watched the maid push the door open. In entered the Elven Council. Elendor was the first to come. He wore his regular deep red robe over a yellow robe, and a thin ring around his head. Renald noticed that he had let his long light blond hair only grow longer. When the Elven Leader brought his head up and let his blue eyes meet Renald's brown eyes, the councilman tried to put on a smile and brought out his handkerchief to wipe his brow.

Behind Elendor, four other elves came in. 'Why do they all have to have blue eyes? It's too scary!' Renald coughed in his hand and then put out his other hand to shake Elendor's.

"Renald, it is good to see you, my old friend," Elendor spoke. He put his hand down.

"Oh, you too, you too, Elendor! Hehe," Renald motioned to the elves that there were some chairs they could sit in.

"Thank you," Elendor said, taking a seat in one of the big armchairs.

Renald was till slightly in shock. He was staring at a three thousand and forty year old elf, who still held the appearance of a handsome man in his late thirties. 'And he calls me an old friend...' Renald took his seat at his desk and clasped his hands together. He cleared his throat and looked back to the Elven Council. They sat there ever so quietly and with patience. Renald fidgeted in his chair and coughed again. He turned his head for a moment and then turned back. They were still sitting there. 'Do I start?' Renald pushed a stack of papers aside and looked the elves. "So, it's nice to see you again," he began.

"And you, as well," Elendor smiled.

Silence.

Renald started to feel his heart pick up its pace. "So, what...brings you to Saillune?" he finally asked. 'Please say I wasn't rude!' he began to mentally pray.

'Well thank you for asking," Elendor smiled. "There is a purpose for us coming here." The elf's gaze changed from peaceful to serious. "We have heard that Saillune is being attacked. Am I correct?"

Renald felt his heart settling down. "Yes, we have gotten word on that."

"How long ago?"

"I would say a week and a half," Renald replied. "We were going to send the information out to you very soon."

"That is not what I am concerned about," Elendor said in a calm matter. Renald fixed himself in his chair as the Elven Leader continued. "We have gotten word that it is the Gypsy King, Lestophel."

"We had a gypsy come in and tell us about him, but not much. He comes from- "

"The Alyfur Desert," Elendor replied.

Renald stopped and stuttered. "U-uh, yes. Saillune has not been aware of this man or his intentions."

"That is what I can inform you on," Elendor stated. Renald nodded and gave his full attention. "Years ago, Saillune and the gypsies had the feud over the land before the gypsies were all put into Cymbalien. You know of this?"

"Yes, that was never supposed to be brought out to the public," Renald answered. "Why is it being brought up now?"

"The Elven village has gotten a visit by one of the Beast Master's servants, Xellos."

"What does Beast Master Zelas have to do with this?"

"The gypsies and mazoku are close," Elendor continued. "Xellos came and spoke with us a few days ago. He said that Beast Master has joined forces with Lestophel. Xellos came to give our village a chance to surrender."

"Wait, 'surrender'?" Renald leaned in. "To what?"

"The mazoku informed us that the Elven race will be under attack and this was our last chance," Elendor replied.

Renald scratched his head and turned back to the leader. "Why are the mazoku attacking the elves?"

"The gypsies and the mazoku are planing to go into war with Saillune and the elves. They gypsies want their territory back and revenge."

Renald swallowed and held his hands tighter. "All right, and what is with the mazoku and the elves?"

Elendor remained silent for a few moments. "Mr. Renald, do you know how this whole situation even came about?"

"Well," Renald blushed hung his head. "I'm just taking the place of King Phil for a little, I'm just a council man and know a small bit of the story. You see I've only been working here for about three years and-heh, heh, heh."

The Elven Council exchanged a few blank looks. Elendor turned back to Renald. "And the King never told you?"

Renald wanted to melt away. "Er, no. I'm, well, sorta' in a different department I guess... Or just not high enough."

The Elven Council didn't say anything for a minute. Elendor rubbed his head. "Well, you must know most of the story at least. You know about the gypsies killing the Queen?"

"Yes, I know about that."

"The reason for this has two sides. But I am going to keep this short. Lestophel is attacking for the gypsy's rights to be heir to the throne and rule Saillune. For hundreds of years there have been arguments between the gypsies and Saillune and even a trade of murders." Elendor took a moment to get his thoughts back in control.

"Murders?" Renald twitched.

"Yes. It would be King Phil's grandfather. He was murdered by the former Gypsy King at a meeting that me and those two kings had."

"What happened after that?" Renald gave all his attention to the story as the Elven Leader continued.

"After that, the next King of Saillune took to the throne, King Phil's father. At this point, the elves and Saillune were at peace and the mazoku and the gypsies were at peace. Saillune was starting to become severally threatened by the gypsies, and in short time, a war broke out between them. The war was bought out to take revenge for the death of the King of Saillune and to end this disagreement with the gypsies. This time, the King of Saillune killed the Gypsy King, thus winning the war, and pushed the gypsies far away once again. That is when all the gypsies went to live in Cymbalien, never being heard of again," Elendor finished. "This war was not heard of to the public, and has been kept that way."

Renald rested in his chair and let out a long sigh. "I understand now. But how do the mazoku and the elves weave into this?"

"The Elves and the Mazoku have always been fighting, just like the Mazoku and the Ryuuzaku. But we can not tell you why, it is not to be known to humans," the Elven Leader replied. "Nevertheless, we have been threatened by Lestophel and the Mazoku, and so have you."

"All right," Renald rested his head in his hands. He went over what he had just learned in his head. "So that means, that the Queen had been killed by Lestophel as... a warning?" Elendor nodded. "And so years ago, King Phil's father went to war and killed the former Gypsy King?"

"Yes. But that is hardly the true history of this feud," the Leader spoke.

"And then only a few years ago, because of the former Gypsy King being killed, Lestophel became the new Gypsy King and killed the Queen as a warning. And now, we are going into war all over again?" Elendor nodded once more. "But this time, the Elves and the Mazoku are fighting too?" Another nod. "And this is all happening while King Phil is now sick, the Princess is in Cymbalien, and I'm the one in charge?"

Suddenly Elendor raised out of his seat. "The Princess is in Cymbalien?"

Renald sat still. "...That's a bad thing, isn't it?"

~)*(~

'Is this what mom felt like?' Amelia let one of her eyes open and saw the blade covering above her. She could feel he stomach tied in a knot and her heart beating so fast she felt she couldn't keep up with it. 'I'm going to die! Just like my mother!'

Mikau felt the girl's nails dig into his arm, but he ignored the sting and gripped his blade. The job was about to get finished when he stopped his action. Amelia stopped flaring when she felt the assassin's grip on her face loosen. The next thing she knew, the man let her go and got up from leaning over her. He stood by the bed and glared at the door. Amelia slowly backed up on the bed, then turned around and tried to run for the window. Before she got further she saw a sword blade right in her face. The man's voice reached her ear. "Don't move."

Still holding his blade at her throat, Mikau reached behind his cape and kept his other hand there. Amelia had no idea what was going on. She just wanted to stay alive, therefor she stayed in place. She slowly turned her head to see the door. In a flash, the door flew open and a light blinded Amelia. When the princess next opened her eyes, she saw Mikau with his one arm stretched out and Sasheem in the doorway with her arm out as well and a dagger in her stomach.

Amelia wanted to scream, but if she did her head would be cut off. Sasheem froze and clenched her teeth. She tried to speak, but no words could come out. Apparently Mikau knew what she was trying to ask. "Your jewelry," he spoke.

After he spoke, the gypsy collapsed on the floor. Amelia's face turned white and her mouth parted. "No!" She screeched.

Mikau gripped his sword and was close to making a strike when he was stopped by a voice. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." Mikau and Amelia quickly turned around and saw Melendil sitting on the windowsill with a loaded bow and arrow aiming at Mikau's head and a grin on her face.

She shook her head in a mocking matter and sneered at Mikau with a deadly smile. "There are two kinds of jewelry in the world, my friend. Those that come through the door, and those that come through the window," she teased, pulling at a necklace with a free thumb. She pulled the arrow back and the grin vanished on her face. "Be a good bastard, and remove your sword from Amelia's throat. Unless you want about four arrows shot through that head of yours. And you know I could do it, Mikau."

The assassin narrowed his eyes and scoffed. "Well," Melendil huffed. "Okay, Mikau. Let me tell you a little story." The elf hopped off the ledge and held her bow out. "It's called 'The Story of Mikau's Death'. Mikau try's to kill princess. Mikau hurts gypsy. Elf comes with bow and arrow. Elf shoots four arrows in Mikau's head. Mikau dies. Elf takes Mikau's corpse and ties it up out in the back of her Inn and uses it as target practice and lets all the drunks after 'Happy Hour' puke all over Mikau's body." Melendil cocked her head. "Does that sound pretty? No. I didn't think so."

Mikau moved his eyes and looked at Amelia on the bed and the shining blade still at her throat. The elf continued talking. "You know that if you go and make a move to kill Amelia I can get three out the four arrows in your head, so I wouldn't think about it if I were you."

"And if you shoot at me, she's still dead," he added.

"Shut up. Amelia, get your butt over here," the elf demanded.

"If you move, I'll slit your throat," Mikau hissed at Amelia, pushing her back.

Amelia looked at the man who held the blade at her throat and quickly to Melendil. Melendil sighed and shifted her bow. "All right, Amelia. Don't move. Stay where you are."

The room stayed still as the elf and the assassin exchanged looks. Then tension seemed like it would snap in a second for the first one to make a move. Amelia was shocked at how both seemed to not even blink. Mikau felt the smallest drop of sweat run down his neck. Melendil was still as a statue, even the hair on her body didn't make a motion.

Amelia didn't even have time to blink before an arrow was shot off and Mikau moved his blade up to block it. "Duck!" the elf yelled. Amelia brought her head down and rolled off the bed avoiding a slash through the air. She ran over to Melendil's side. Within the second the elf had shot off another arrow that was blocked.

Mikau was beginning to loose his patience. He grabbed a dagger and threw it at the elf. Melendil acted quickly and hit the blade with an arrow. "Too slow!"

"You had better stay out of this," Mikau hissed. His hand clenched his blade's handle and pulsed to go and slash out an attack.

Melendil and the assassin were staring each other down again. The elf drew her gaze behind the man and saw Sasheem lying on the floor. 'Damn! I have to get there soon,' she thought. Her ears soon picked up a soft chanting from behind her. "Amelia, is that y-"

Mikau charged at the elf while she was distracted. "Melendil-san, move!" Amelia pushed the elf out of the way to get in the assassin's path. "Dark Mist!" Mikau stopped when a thick black fog exploded in front of him, covering his gaze. He closed his eyes, and when nothing happened, he opened them again. He couldn't see anything. The room was dark, with the black fog rolling all around him.

Melendil whispered to the princess as she pushed her down on the floor and covered them with a blanket. "Good move."

"Thanks."

Mikau turned his head every way, but still couldn't see anything. 'Crap,' he said to himself. He stood still listening for anything or noticing any new movement. He took a few steps forward, but thought it wouldn't be good incase he ran into anything.

Melendil patted Amelia on the shoulder. "I'll take it from here."

Amelia pulled Melendil back on the floor. "No," she whispered. "You can't see him! What are planning to do?!"

Melendil winked. "I'm an elf. I've got good eyesight, so I can see pretty clear through this fog. Just watch me."

"He could hear you," Amelia hissed.

"No he couldn't," the elf corrected. "No human or creature could ever hear an elf. I'll explain later." Melendil got up and walked slowly through the mist.

The dark mist was starting to clear slightly. Mikau stood still and waited for anything. He was greeted with a yell from behind him. "Alma Poldora!"

"What?" Before he could react, he felt himself lifted in the air as his sword fell to the ground. Without a chance to react, Mikau felt his body thrown far off, and then begin to fall until he felt himself smack against the ground.

Amelia got up and looked at Melendil who stood in the middle of the room, brushing her hands off. The fog was starting to clear fast, and the princess noted that Mikau was no longer in the room. "Melendil-san, what did you do?"

"Threw him out the window," she chirped.

Amelia raised an eyebrow, then scurried over to the window and looked out. Spread out on the ground was Mikau; his hand twitched as it dug into the soil and tried to push his body up.

Just as Amelia was about to yell for Melendil, she noticed some movement out in the streets. "I don't care what the hell Tybolt thinks, tossing around skulls and singing while you dig a grave for a corpse is not fun!"

'It' s Lina-san! They're coming back!' Amelia thought. She looked back down and saw Mikau eyeing the group. He quickly jumped up and started to runaway before the princess could call for her friends. Amelia turned back around into the dimly lit room. Across from her was Melendil kneeling by the door.

"You stupid gypsy. Stupid, stupid, stupid," she mumbled over and over as she picked up the bloody body.

Amelia was soon at the elf's side. Every hair on her body stood up as she saw the jeweled dagger in the gypsy's flat stomach, spilling the blood over her milky white skin. "We have to take it out, don't we?" Amelia shivered as she looked to Melendil.

The elf's face had changed and became more of a look of ice. "Yeah." Melendil slowly propped up her friend in her left arm and put her right out for the dagger. A hand quickly came out of the dark and grabbed the elf's hand that was on the dagger.

Melendil's eye's widened as she saw the gypsy's face turn to her and her teeth clutched tight. Her hand tightened around Melendil's. "Don't...take it out."

"Shut up! You're going to die!" Melendil put her strength back around the dagger's handle.

"Sasheem-san, I'm so sorry," Amelia whimpered.

Sasheem's gaze slowly averted to the princess. Amelia didn't have to see her eyes to know she was in pain. "Amelia," she whispered, as her hand drew up and took the princess' soft hand. "Your eyes are not mean for cryin- rrh!" She bit the inside of her lip as the words she had hoped to say were cut off.

"Sasheem-san!" Amelia felt the gypsy's grip tighten around her hand and her nails dig in.

Melendil had begun to take the dagger out her stomach. "Crap," she hissed.

Amelia leaned forward to Sasheem's face as the gypsy pulled on her arm in all her pain and agony. Sasheem could feel something slit across the inside of her stomach and cut through its path. Melendil shut her eyes tight and couldn't bear to look at her friends face. "Sasheem, this is gonna' probably sting," she said, trying to think of the best thing to say at the moment while being honest.

"I'm going get a healing spell ready," Amelia insisted, trying her best to add her two cents. She slowly formed a light in her hand that the gypsy did not have a hold of.

"Amelia's gonna' make a healing spell, it will be over fast. I promise!' Melendil quickly added to her friend.

The gypsy lay there panting fast, and a look of terror spread on her face, while she clutched at Amelia'a arm. She tried to speak but couldn't get a word out. A pain took each attempt she put in back. Melendil grabbed the dagger. 'Here goes,' she told herself

Sasheem felt a razor cut through her inside swift as the wind, and her eyes shoot open at the sudden shock from within her.

~)*(~

The door to the Dead Parrot Inn swung open and let the sorceress, swordsman, and the chimera enter. "We're back!" Lina chimed. Her reply was a quick scream of pain that came from upstairs. "What was that?!" Lina snapped.

The first to dash up the stairs as quick as he could was Zelgadiss. He turned the corner and saw Amelia hovering over something on the floor and Melendil at her side. "Amelia?!"

The princess turned her head. "Zelgadiss-san!" Behind him she saw Lina and Gourry quickly coming up the stairs. "Lina-san! Gourry-san!"

"Amelia, what was that?!" Lina demanded as she quickly ran over to her friend. She looked over Amelia's shoulder just as the princess finished healing the gypsy. "Sashe- oh my-" Lina stopped when she saw the blood stain on the clothes and the small spread out puddle on the floor. "What happened? Are you guys all right?!"

"We are fine," Melendil slurred.

Gourry and Zelgadiss came to the girl's side and looked down. Gourry gasped. "What happened?!"

"I said I'd tell you! Will everyone stop asking that?" Melendil snapped.

"It's not his fault!" Lina stated. "We're worried!"

Zelgadiss looked at he princess and noticed a bruise forming around her neck. His eyes widened and he started to fear the worst on whatever had happened to her and the two friends while they were gone.

Amelia was oblivious to her surroundings till she felt her hair pushed back from her neck. She gave a small gasp and turned her head finding her face not to far from the chimeras. "Zelgadiss-san?" She blushed and felt her heart pound in her chest.

"Sorry," he mumbled. He pushed her hair back again with his hand to look at her neck.

"Z-Zelgadiss-san! What are you doing?" Amelia was afraid to push him back. She trusted him, but never had she felt so close.

"Who did this to you?" He demanded, placing his hand on her neck. 'What am I doing?' he kept asking himself.

Amelia was still concentrating on the beating of her heart and sense of closeness she felt. Being next to him right now somehow made her feel safe. His finger drew across her neck and left a tingling trail, but it hit sore spot. "Ow!" she yelped and pulled back. He had touched the bruise.

Zelgadiss sat stunned and put his hand down. "Sorry," he whispered.

"Zel, what did you do?!" Lina turned around from talking to Melendil to look at the two kneeling on the floor.

The chimera was about to speak till Amelia cut in. "H-he was just helping me." Amelia pushed back her hair. "Um, got a bruise, that's all."

"Oh?" Lina questioned. She stood up and straightened out her cape. "Let's get her to a room," she added.

"We can put her down and me and Amelia can tell you what happened," Melendil said, helping up her friend and leaning her against her shoulder.

Sasheem slowly turned her head and looked at Amelia. The princess stayed on the floor holding a 'Recovery' spell up to her neck. "Amelia," she whispered. The princess turned around and stood up. She saw a smile creep across the gypsy's face. "Thanks," Sasheem ended.

Melendil lead Sasheem to a room, leaving the friends behind. "Well," Lina sighed, rubbing her head. "I'll be downstairs." The sorceress began to descend the staircase with Gourry following behind her.

Amelia sighed and looked down at the floor. She could see little spots of blood in her skirt that was in the way of her view. "I didn't mean to..." Amelia blushed slightly and turned around to see Zelgadiss stand up. He continued his sentence. "I, uh, didn't mean to touch the bruise on your neck."

"Oh, um..." Amelia smiled. "It's okay!" she chirped. "I wouldn't have known it was there if you," she blushed a little more. "Didn't come over and touch it." She chuckled. "I didn't know it was there at all." The princess stopped her little laugh when she saw Zelgadiss still had that ice-cold look on his face. He turned his head away and Amelia stopped.

"Are you sure you're all right?" He asked again. He turned his head back to look at Amelia, who gave him a small smile and nodded.

"Oh," Amelia turned around and walked back over to the spot where Sasheem had been laying down.

"What is it?" the chimera asked. Amelia didn't move for a second. She finally stood up and held a shining jeweled dagger in her hand. Zelgadiss felt his words choke in his throat. "What the..."

Amelia closed her eyes and let out a sigh of sorrow. "Well, I'll explain downstairs," she said softly.

Melendil came up behind the princess. "Sasheem says to thank you again," she smiled at the princess. The smile faded as she saw Amelia holding the dagger. "Here, I'll clean it off," she motioned to the dagger. Amelia handed it to the elf, who took it slowly and walked downstairs.

Amelia turned to face Zelgadiss, who still was not sure what to say. "Um," she looked down at the floor again and then back up. "Shall we go?"

"Sure." Zelgadiss began to walk over to the stairs with Amelia following by his side.

~)*(~

Every found that sitting down at the table and talking was becoming a daily thing. Lina grunted and put her face in her hands. "All right, Amelia, we got a few questions for you," Lina began.

"Wait, Lina-san," Amelia stopped her friend. "Can I please, um, tell everyone something first?"

Lina raised an eyebrow looking at the nervous princess across from her. "Well. I don't see why not," she spoke. "But we got a few questions for you afterwards!"

"Thanks," Amelia sighed. What she had to tell her friends was everything that Elendor had told Renald. All the hidden information that she had kept from them in order to ensure the safety of Saillune she began to tell her friends.

~)*(~

Amelia began her story. "Over three hundred years ago, maybe even more, the kingdom of Saillune was formed. It has its first king and queen, and they had two sons, Christophery and Rozendor. The two boys were twins and born under the same moon, however they did not hold a close bond or even like the same things. Christophery would follow his family's tradition of learning white magic for the kingdom, but Rozendor would do things different. He would seek further knowledge of magic and conjure his own spells that could not even be put into a category. No wizard, priest, or miko could classify the boy's magic as black, white, spirit, or shaman. When they tried to ask him how he did this, Rozendor would never talk. But that was not the only problem, the twins also held different personalities. Christophery would be referred to as a blessing from the people in the cities, while Rozendor was hardly even spoken of. Time went by and the two of them still grew older. Rozendor's personality grew mysterious, and soon he won names such as "The Forgotten Prince" or "Keeper of Lost Magic" because he was hardly social. Christophery was well known. His white magic grew strong and he would go through town and heal people of bless them, so everyone loved him."

"Why were they so different if they were twins?" Lina questioned.

"Well, that is another thing. It's said that the day they were born on-"

"The phoenix rose from the ashes and the birds flew high enough to touch the moon." The table turned and looked at Melendil. "And the Ending shall come, when the moon's shadow casts-" Melendil caught herself. "Just a little prophecy handed down by the elves."

Amelia continued her story. "When the boys turned eighteen, the king became sick and die an unexpected death. This left the two boys to take over the throne, the problem was that only one could rule."

"I see where this is going," Lina mumbled.

"Christophery was loved by the people and everyone thought he would be the best king, but Rozendor was very intelligent, and the first to be born (only by a minute). The only way it could be decided was by the councilmen, and they naturally chose Christophery. Rozendor became outraged and said that the councilmen had no right to pick which one could rule. Rozendor still got the right to stay in the castle, thanks to his ever so thought brother. But Rozendor supposedly began to go mad.

Rumors spread across that he was casting spells to contact Dark Lords and making plans with Mazoku to overthrow his brother. Christophery had no option but to banish his brother from Saillune, which he did. Rozendor willingly left and was not heard of for a year. But one year later, word spread through cities that 'mysterious people' were coming around and used unclassified magic that could do almost anything. The word got to Saillune, and sure enough, Christophery got a visit from Rozendor.

Apparently Rozendor had brought up a several people to know his magic and they were slowly forming a cult, or race. Rozendor swore that his ways had changed, so Christophery welcomed him and his people into Saillune, despite his odd ways. Rozendor's people were very mysterious and intelligent. They became known as 'Gypsies', and Rozendor lead them.

But one night, Rozendor did go and try to kill his brother. He did not succeed that night because Christophery bided him with a spell. Christophery said that he would not kill him as long as him and the gypsies left Saillune right then and never returned. The next morning all the gypsies were still there. Christophery found Rozendor and asked him why he had not left. Rozendor said he didn't know what Christophery was talking about. Christophery told Rozendor about how he had tried to come and kill him the other night, but Rozendor said he never had. Christophery gave Rozendor one last chance to have him and the gypsies leave by the next morning or he would kill him. That night Rozendor came back and tried to kill Christophery. But the thing is, it may have not been Rozendor, Christophery only assumed it was because he said that the magic the man tried to kill him with he had never seen. But when 'Rozendor' came back to kill him, Christophery stopped him again and said he had to leave now." Amelia took a breath before she went on. "The next morning the guards went out and found Rozendor on the street, took him to the castle, and beheaded him." The people at the table twitched. "They say that Rozendor was taken down to the dungeon yelling about how he never tried to kill his brother and did nothing. But he still died. Then gypsies were banished from the land. But Rozendor had a son apparently, and the son was the new ruler of the gypsies. So the son poisoned Christophery one night and killed him. Christophery's son then took the throne, which Rozendor's son opposed to because he claimed Rozendor ruled Saillune and making Christophery the king was a mistake.

Then the wars started. As years passed, the gypsies attack Saillune and a war broke out. More years went by and trades of deaths were made. Sometimes the King of Saillune would die, but a heir to the throne would avenge his death. Other times the Gypsy King would die and the gypsies would only be pushed back further, but they would keep coming back and causing a war," the princess finished. All eyes were wide on her and the mouths fell open. "Wh-what?" She stuttered.

"Uhh," Lina scratched her head.

"Wait," Gourry butted in. "What happened again?" The swordsman received a whack over the head from Lina.

Zelgadiss leaned back in his chair. "So, this has basically been a trade over blows and deaths? It is all an old grudge?"

"Yeah, that basically sums it up," Amelia sighed looking at the wooden patterns on the table again.

"All over the rights of people really?" Lina leaned in.

"Well, that could be part of it," Amelia added. "Look, that was a long story, do I really have to go even more detailed into it?"

"NO!" Lina snapped. She slowly sat back down in her chair. "Ehe, I mean. Please don't!"

"It's very confusing," Zelgadiss mumbled, slowly leaning in on the table. "But to get down to the point, we have to worry about what is going on now. So we got a mad Gypsy King to deal with this time?"

"Well, that's what it looks like. I suppose we are hoping that this will end it all," Amelia sighed.

The room was quiet for a moment till Lina lifted her head. "Wait. Say we.kill Lestophel."

Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Lestophel is Sasheem's dad."

"Yeah?"

"Tybolt is Sasheem's brother."

".So?"

"We kill Lestophel, and then someone else has to take the role of Gypsy King."

"Lina-san, what are you saying?"

"That Tybolt would be the next Gypsy King!"

The room held a long silence as everyone stared into space. Gourry smiled. "Wow, wouldn't that be fun!" Lina hit him over on to the floor.

The sorceress leaned her head on the back of her hands in her own moment of contemplation. "Does this mean we would have to kill Tybolt as well?"