Veuglaire Syndrome

[Ramke]

She stopped and stood there, looking at him. Her eyes widened slightly. "That's now considered a war crime?" The realisation seems to have finally hit her as she spaced out for a second, quickly coming back to her senses. If the Council were to court her over that, she'd most likely either end up in a guillotine or rot in prison forever, much like she did in Bretonia. "You're not joking, are you? What will you even gain from this?"

The glass of lemonade sat in her hand, still untouched, but Keller could notice that the liquid began moving a bit - her hands started trembling ever so mildly.

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