"Because he is not a wicked man, that I grant him my blessing."
"He carries my blessing."
"You cannot kill him."
"When Lord Prole was ten years old, I gave him a blessing - assurance of a peaceful life until a ripe old age."
Asserted the Rose Fairy, her head raised high.
Ivita was confused. The Old Witch loudly exclaimed from the audience, "This gormless fairy speaks the truth!"
"Even if we kill this fairy, as long as her blessing remains with Prole, it is all for naught."
"A fairy's blessing on a human intensifies with her death."
"A 'blessing' is a special magic that only fairies mastering advanced White Magic can bestow on a human child before they reach ten. Moreover, a fairy can only use this power but a few times during her lifetime."
The color drained from Ivita's face. The Mayor's countenance seemed to sag miserably, as if he were being publicly humiliated.
To hell with the fairy, to hell with the blessings; the dignity of Parviga is what truly matters.