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[Having his priorities in order, Dilandau has already found his uniform, diadem, and sword before discovering the journal. Some may have noticed him harassing the local villagers and generally being obnoxious.]
So. Is this how you rustics have taken to communicating with each other? With some sort of interactive journal system? I'm glad to see that Zaibach's technology has finally spread far enough to allow you backwater countrymen the benefit of transmitting pictures.
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Dammit, someone say something, or is this piece of crap not even working!?
Ugh. I'll give you clueless hicks the benefit of the doubt, though I honestly don't know why I even bother. I should just roast you all and be done with it. Not like anyone would miss such a pitiful, provincial town. Besides, I know there's at least one freak hidden among you. You have only him to blame.
In case you simpletons haven't caught on yet, this is Dilandau Albatou, a captain of the Zaibach army, and I demand an explanation and an escort back to the floating fortress Vione, immediately.
I also want to know who's in charge of this little "operation." I don't take lightly to jokes and neither will my superiors. Who knows, though? If you comply quickly, I might be kind enough to change my mind and spare you your insignificant little lives.
And where the hell are my Slayers? [ with an increasingly loud and shrill voice ] Gatti, Dallet, Chesta, Viole, Miguel! ... Report!!
[Upon hearing no word back from his Slayers, the journal is slammed shut in irritation.]
So. Is this how you rustics have taken to communicating with each other? With some sort of interactive journal system? I'm glad to see that Zaibach's technology has finally spread far enough to allow you backwater countrymen the benefit of transmitting pictures.
...
Dammit, someone say something, or is this piece of crap not even working!?
Ugh. I'll give you clueless hicks the benefit of the doubt, though I honestly don't know why I even bother. I should just roast you all and be done with it. Not like anyone would miss such a pitiful, provincial town. Besides, I know there's at least one freak hidden among you. You have only him to blame.
In case you simpletons haven't caught on yet, this is Dilandau Albatou, a captain of the Zaibach army, and I demand an explanation and an escort back to the floating fortress Vione, immediately.
I also want to know who's in charge of this little "operation." I don't take lightly to jokes and neither will my superiors. Who knows, though? If you comply quickly, I might be kind enough to change my mind and spare you your insignificant little lives.
And where the hell are my Slayers? [ with an increasingly loud and shrill voice ] Gatti, Dallet, Chesta, Viole, Miguel! ... Report!!
[Upon hearing no word back from his Slayers, the journal is slammed shut in irritation.]