In situations like these, mere seconds can be too long.
It'd hardly be the first time she freezes when action is required. Before she can decide if she wants to cast a truth spell, Allison has already executed her own clever version of it. Much cleaner and inconspicuous.
Truth spells are forbidden for a reason: they hold severe consequences, and Emilia saw those consequences the one time she knowingly cast it. But the Necromancer doesn't seem aware of it, and his answer is as chilling as the manipulation itself. She wonders if this is how she looked to Wrath when she decided Francesco would give her answers, one way or another.
"We need to know how much blood," she offers, her voice low. Beyond that — and the obvious fact the Necromancers will need to remember none of this — she can't think of much else with all this brewing tension. She looks to Wrath to be sure.
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In situations like these, mere seconds can be too long.
It'd hardly be the first time she freezes when action is required. Before she can decide if she wants to cast a truth spell, Allison has already executed her own clever version of it. Much cleaner and inconspicuous.
Truth spells are forbidden for a reason: they hold severe consequences, and Emilia saw those consequences the one time she knowingly cast it. But the Necromancer doesn't seem aware of it, and his answer is as chilling as the manipulation itself. She wonders if this is how she looked to Wrath when she decided Francesco would give her answers, one way or another.
"We need to know how much blood," she offers, her voice low. Beyond that — and the obvious fact the Necromancers will need to remember none of this — she can't think of much else with all this brewing tension. She looks to Wrath to be sure.