The captain straightened. "Ah, young master… this royal officer was."
But the royal officer cut in, voice haughty. "I come with a decree from His Majesty King Kimar to govern the Armand Region, now that your lord has been stripped of rank and title!"
Javier's eyes narrowed. "May I see the decree?"
The captain's eyes went wide. "Young master!"
Javier simply raised a hand, silencing any protest.
With a sneer, the royal officer tossed the decree toward Javier and barked at the captain, "Now open the gate!"
Javier caught the decree, not bothering to open it. He flicked his wrist, a small spark of fire magic swirling in his palm. In a flash, the decree went up in smoke, the ashes drifting away on the breeze. Javier let out a bored yawn.
"Alright, everything's taken care of. Since there's no decree anymore, if you would, please return to the royal capital. I see nothing here that concerns Armand."
