"Kill the princes."
Cecilia wasn't sure what she was expecting him to say, but it sure wasn't actually came out of his mouth. Behind the mask, her mouth was left slightly agape.
"Are you sure about this", she replied with a hint of trepidation in her voice. Gathering up magical energy, she fired another elshade at an approaching soldier before turning back to her master. "I know what we are doing right now would be called extremism by the kindest person... but regicide is on a whole other level."
Her master shook his head in disagreement. "I know there is a visceral reaction to what i'm suggesting, but clear your heart of emotion and consider the situation logically. Banon is a fool; Janten a pariah. What future is there for Renais with them behind the throne? The people will never truly accept them; the rest of the world will see weakness. We can give them something better, and it is our duty to do so."
She ran the thought through her head to look for a logical rebuttal. She found nothing. Everything she had read or heard about the two princes made it clear that they were unqualified for ruling a kingdom. There was no historical precedent from which to draw a counter argument. Normally one would drift towards the chaos and unrest that results in a sudden upheaval in the power structure, but even that was a non factor as long as Cecil was around. It would stop any worry about the prophecy and potentially even break the hold the Virad had on the world's attention. Weighing that all against a few lives made it clear that it was naive and selfish to not act decisively. She could live with the consequences.
The two pushed through the battle together with a level of poise and synchronicity they never had shared in before. Almost on instinct, the two moved to guard each other's weak side when the other casted magic and within minutes she had killed another four soldiers. Something was off though. She expected to see at least the heir to the throne battling alongside some members of his guard, but there was no swell of elite soldiers anywhere she could see. The prince had turned and ran, abandoning his own people when they needed him most.
They were too late.
Reinforcements were beginning to trickle in from nearby and in time they would win the day. It was an inevitability and with that went their opportunity. Her master and her both had miscalculated; never assuming that they would leave in such a pivotal moment. It only cemented her belief that she was right to follow her master's plan. Such people were unfit to rule.
And now she had to wonder what to do next.