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Percival was still slowly trying to maintain his composure. This girl, this woman, she exacerbated him to no end. His eyes twitched, as did his lips before he coughed into his hand.

"Ms Casteel, I find it very hard to believe, even if you were the most incredible genius on the planet with enchanting, that you could produce in a year, Nea, even if you were to work from the time you were born, this kind of magic marvel."

He was still eyeing her coldly, "That is why I ask you again, where did you steal these from? or at least where did you steal the design? was it a neighboring nation? are you a spy? Which nation do you work for?"

Percival was rapid firing questions at her. This was quickly spiraling out of Lilus control.

If she had known this would stir up such a commotion, she would have never shown these off or offered them to the Inquisition, and would have instead just used the load of low grade weapons and armor she had crafted.