Chapter 29: Week 22, Mood: Willful
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Bat-Elodie Works Alone

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Alright, let's talk to Julianna about...Whatever. That crystal.

Yeah, Elodie. We were sort of there. We sort of forced you down the path that led to his death.
Remember that? Remember the bit where he lay as some sort of burnt and/or strangled husk on your throne room floor, your guards staring in useless horror?

"Is it possible to combine that crystal with mine to make it stronger?"
And that's what you care about...Well, it's not like he's using it, right?


So the answer is apparently no. K.
"The only way to combine their magic is if a living wielder chooses to join its power to another."
Which we can't do cause that guy's dead. Also, a murdering cretin.

"Oh."

But...But don't we want to champion justice, Elodie? Well, I can't control that question, but it is a good point. Evil Lumen sure like popping up.


This is slightly worrying. Not that they can't be destroyed, but that lots of people traditionally die for an ultimately useless preventitive measure.
"Rulers claim otherwise to discourage thieves from seeking dangerous treasures."


Yeah, it is just sort of hanging around...

"Guard it, or hide it, or give it into other hands to wield."
Yeah! Who should be our orange ranger?
"But if the last holder of the crystal was an enemy, the resonance of the crystal will work against you."
Oh. Drat.


Foolish, violent, and scheming...You mean Kevan? *shot*

"So anyone taking the crystal would probably become a new enemy. That's useless!"
"A weak-willed candidate might be acceptable to the crystal and yet still controllable. You could then steer that Lumen away from dangerous paths, making an all and changing the crystal's resonance.
It is, however, a dangerous endeavor and one that requires your complete attention."



Aww, drat.
So, what we can take away from it is...'We can't do much about the crystal'...And...'We're a lot like our mom.'
I mean, think about it. Maybe it's just that genetics are enough to satisfy a crystal, but hers is the one we have. Aww.

Well anyway, on with another week of classes.

Nature itself seems to be protecting Nova from these Tombulans. Spiffy.

Fun with destructive magic.


We could have spoken with him at the ball... Had we social skills. And had we understood the omen of the owl.
It's a checklist thing.

This isn't really a surprise; he was pretty old. The problem is the political implications.
"With the control of Elath in doubt, it falls to the crown to make decisions.
Young Lord Adair will not reach his fifteenth birthday for over two years. He requires a regent."



And I'm sure we're about to talk about why this is not a good solution.

Nova has laws that are meant to prevent the building of large power blocks. Apparently.

Elodie doesn't know much about them.

Wow. This is some well-hidden badness, it seems.

"The boy does have a living grandfather, the Earl of Ishtar. Or you might appoint an unrelated noble to act in his stead."

The unrelated guy being our uncle, presumably our dad's brother.
So we've got evil lady, old guy, and our quiet uncle who has no reason to hurt or control him.
Now, were we not engaged, we could bring him here to be our fiance. Our Robin.
But that ship's sailed.
So, what do we do?