And yet here I am detained by the man whom he claimed knows about my identity. He called me by the name of 'Ryker'!. The epitome has been long but forlorn, I never recognized the name. The man who disgusts the word that starts with 'R' and that is me. Of course, this fellow might pose some threat to my existence since he might know a third-fourth of my persona. I might take a piss off my skirt right now. He has the 'it' aspect which makes him look awesome whilst retaining his calm yet bad ass image. I can't look him in the eyes now since he has stated all of my credentials with pure knowledge based on the database that he procured. Nevertheless, I'm not good at expressing words to bail me out. I only know how to perform the art of deception and blackmailing.
"Lord Ameniah or also known as Prince Ryker. We have fairly similarities between the both of us. I am an ex-noble, albeit, been usurped by another claimant whose support bolstered by the rabbles and the masses. Unlike you, with all due respect, Lord Ameniah, I had much more power and influence than you had." as he emphasizes.
"All wads, the women, those slaves, the renown, and the lands. All of them were mine." he proclaims, acting in a poetic gestures, wherein he finishes his statement.
"Excuse me. Who are you again?" I ask, in rather a presumptuous manner.
This guy keeps on blabbering his bothersome mouth. I didn't ask him to speak in such a fast paced discussion. He manages to divert me further away from the subject that I am imposing to. I am still unchained, gladly, it is because he is trying to make me change my mind. For whatever purpose, what is he attempting to extract something out from me? I have nothing to display other than my lumps. Well, I find the reason he might be trying to buy some time here. Presuming the fact that he is undertaking to threaten me, however, I've been on several occasions of these cases. Torturing is of my expertise. If he has the audacity to lay a finger on me, he might reconsider to murder me right away after the deliberations. It is because I can hit harder, a smite doubled the force he's expecting, or if he implores - I can give him a swift and a lenient way of death.
"Have you ever come across the epitaph, 'Poncio'. If you ever have heard-..."
"Are you, by any chance, the fallen hero whom he was ostracized by his men and his demesne." as I do try to take over him while he's speaking.
"Yes, yes. Yes. Indeed!" as he does his best to avert the topic.
"Judging by this situation, you possessed the moniker of… it does seem 'Rayn' hits the pot…" I hold my breath to view his current reaction, as he mutes himself thus far.
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"'Rayn' from another 'Inglovia'. One of the pretenders of the throne. Both of the claims of the empires of Şãt (Shangt) and Ludmila and of the grand empire, hence, the namesake." as I assume, by making a bold statement and by just a hunch.
He clears his throat and makes a sniffles thereafter, where he clearly states: "Well, to be honest, Lord Ameniah or Prince Ryker. Or whichever you prefer to be called. It does not matter at all. I am called Rayn of the Poncio Dynasty. But in this dimension, here at Inglovia; my name is just a simple 'Conner'. Never implied to be of a noble-blood but rather as a lowborn." that all seems, however, almost all of what I've stated were entirely true. He makes an applaud, a sincere one. He makes the stance to express his genuinity.
"So what happens to your family? Your clan?" I question, not out of stifling his speech but out of curiosity.
"My family was exiled, including my direct lineage. My father, his mistress, my mother, and my half-brother from the mother of my father's concubine had fortunately been transported to this alternate reality. It was thanks to the men of the Secret Order." he continues.
"The Secret Order he might be basing to are 'The Holy Men of the Greater Stone'. The group is still relevant up until this point in time. Their prevalence of acts of charity mission is what makes the band so famous. They are the last line of defense in protecting the Holy Bishop. Pope of Acrania. An overt order of brotherhood meaning to protect the distinguished families, people of interest, kings, electors, potential candidates, emperors, and rulers of the state of Inglovia. All in all, as long as those assets of a 'Croisian' adherents." answering to myself, as I contemplate with the words and the foresees in my mind.
"I won't emphasize it further who are the Secret Order." he explains, wherein all along I've known them for a long time.
"Let's cut to the chase, Sire Conner. What is it that you're demanding?" in a straightforward conversation, which makes him jolt, I sigh.
"People of the Şaß was just a show of amusement. It was only a play. Lies deep beneath the drapes, the Caliph and the Pope are currently in a secret alliance whim they wish to cause massive panic and destruction towards the jurisdiction of Kehina." he elaborates, whether this news is either believable or just fabricated, as I put it up in my mind.
As I put it up in my mind. It all sums up. Now, lo, the dots are in the link between. Eureka! Moreover, he implies;... in the past activities, the Pope gave an access to the Caliph to slay, to lay waste, and to sunder deacons, priests, high priests, bishops, archbishops, and prince-bishops whom seceding away from the nominal head of 'Croisism'. And if the operation would ever be successful, the pope will appoint his designants to each bishoprics and parishes and solely who are subservient to the namesake's behest. Under the Papal Investiture, the pope desires whatever the head pleases as long as he regulates his tight grasp towards his vassals. The horrors of Inglovia and Kehina are prying as now, the definite cause of the Grand Emperor's aggression. Llewellyn McDylan TŷLlewellyn's campaign against extinguishing heretics and pagans alike.
"You have opened up such a valuable source of information, Sire… well, I mean Lord Conner. What payment are you willing to receive in exchange for the leads that you have exposed?" parleying, as I do want to try to haggle his conditions whether it may be a hook, a favor, a wealth, or something along the lines that are worth mentioning.