[h3]Polina Laye[/h3][i]Farisian Maid[/i]

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[i]Lucrecia, you absolute idiot![/i]

Polina liked to stir the pot a little sometimes, occasionally risking her own health and wellbeing for the success of her undercover antics. But well, this—she could tell that the demon noble was genuine. He was speaking from the heart. And Polina was quite sure that she had just blundered into giving one of the most grievous insults one could give to a family man. 

The Farisian maid immediately turned on Lucrecia, fast enough for her dress to swish—but she was too late. “Lulu, apologize—”

Polina was immediately punted from the room, too fast for her to properly track before she slammed against the side of a wall on the other side of the hallway. She barely had time to adjust to not break her neck against the surface, but she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen nonetheless. Something had clearly broken, and cried out in pain.

She had to worry about that later. Wincing, she picked herself back up together to stand, but there was little she could do to properly intervene. Nonetheless, if she could talk the man down, somehow… they could perhaps salvage the situation. They did not need a three-way battle right now. If the church jumped in without a clue, it might even become a four-way clusterfuck, and that sort of thing wasn’t as amusing when you were involved in it instead of looking in on a mess from the outside. 

Polina tried to make her way back to the fighting. “Ngh… Stop this… senseless fighting! She misspoke… it’s a misunderstanding! A three or four-way fight is not what we need when we should be cooperating!” Using as much energy as she could muster, she called out as loud as possible, hoping the demon wasn’t seeing enough red to drown out all reason.