In the Saint-Grato Dungeons...
After the princess came and visited her cell, the vampiric worshipper of blood unfolded the piece of paper and gave it a read.
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Prayer to the Clown, God of Information
Oh Clown, keeper of knowledge,
You hide truth in laughter.
Guide us to learn and to share the wisdom that you bring us.
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Please pray this prayer at night, as it is directed towards the only god that can save you from your situation.
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The more words she read, the more her face scrunched up in anger.
After a while, she couldn't contain herself. She ripped the paper into small pieces and threw it onto the damp ground.
"Fucking majestic cunt!" she cursed viciously. "Who does she think she is, asking me to pray to foreign gods, let alone a fucking clown?"
"..."
She sat there, staring down at the many pieces of torn paper. Her rage brewed greater with every passing second until she had enough.
