“Be a good boy and give these kind gentlemen your little trinket, Prince Gabriel. They do not wish to hurt you if you cooperate with them.” sneered Agatha condescendingly, while the dozen guards anxiously awaited the order to fire their arquebuses.
“N-N-No! A fragment of the philosopher’s stone is not a trinket! It-it is a priceless artifact that deserves respect! I… I will make sure it will be kept safe somewhere where it can be studied and learned from!” stuttered Prince Gabriel, in fear for his life but dedicated to his mission.
“Are you willing to die for it?” asked the first state inquisitor curiously.
“Um… Um… Um… Uh… Y-Y-Yes! Yes, I am! My… My soul is prepared!” replied Prince Gabriel, sounding much less confident than he would have liked.
“Your soul is prepared? Are you saying you believe it is your sacred duty to give your life just to preserve some esoteric relic? How preposterous