Oh crap, I've been exposed.
I mean, erm, you brave peasants have done so well to fight in this ridiculous bloodbath.
With none of my men was left in my disposal, and with the King himself being restrained from brandishing his anchovy sword, I'll hold up this piece of white cloth ripped from my uncomfortable dress and swing it around with a piece of diamond chopstick. So to speak, I suppose you know what I'm talking about. Unless you know no manners of a noble house then too bad for you for not understand, I guess.
My healing power won't suffice well against your combined manpower toward his Majesty. In the end, the White Pieces'll eventually fall into one of the grimmest history ever dated in the chessboard of ambiguous alignments. As for how I too wanted to win this petty war for the sake of my fallen pieces, I highly doubt that I could be any of your assistance with the amounts of low numbers.
I, being the Queen of the White Pieces, have a request for you knights of the dark.
Spare me, and I'll not rejuvenate him any longer with my clergy--don't expect me to assist you in return, however you want.
Well, I can make a good spoil of war. That's certainly an irresistible bonus!
Dare to break the deal, however, and I'll have a change of mind in the next morning. You deserved an early victory for the hardships between the unrecoverable wounds you endured all the way through. Hopefully, by ending the game of mindless murder, we all can finally live in peace once more in the wooden trunk of serenity.
This deal is by far one of your best choices to take, and if you want a proof for neutrality, I'll sheathe my blade.
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