Philip II began to speak.
He had evidently consumed the magic potion known as "Loud Military Horn," his voice extraordinarily resonant, standing against the dawn, his entire being seemed coated in a layer of golden radiance, invoking a sense of reverence and worship in anyone who heard him.
Richard couldn't help but mutter, "Despicable!"
"Martha, get me a similar potion!"
After a slew of what seemed to Richard as nutritional nonsense, Philip suddenly raised a letter, "However, a shocking scene unfolded before everyone's eyes yesterday. Reynard of Chatillon, a brave and honest Crusader Knight, was assassinated on the street."
This news was no secret, having already spread throughout the Crusaders, so the atmosphere remained calm, but with his next statement, it changed completely.
"On the bodies of these Assassins, we found a confidential letter about His Majesty Richard."
As the words fell, a tidal wave of questioning arose.
"Hah."
