In the grand throne room, the social worker stood before the king, her heart racing as she prepared to unveil the truth. The flickering torches cast shadows on the stone walls, heightening the tension in the air.
"Your Majesty," she began, "the exorcism was indeed botched. Despite our best efforts, we could not rid the retired knight of his demons."
The king's eyes blazed with frustration. "How could this be? We summoned priests from every faith—Catholics, Protestants, even those Mormons! How could they fail to expel a demon from one sad old knight?"
The social worker took a deep breath, steeling herself for the revelation. "It’s simple, Your Majesty. No one said the magic word."
"The magic word?" The king scoffed, disbelief etched across his face. "Is this some sort of jest? We gathered the most devout and skilled individuals in the realm!"
"Indeed," she replied earnestly. "But without that specific incantation, their powers were limited. It’s a common belief that every culture has a phrase or word that holds power over dark forces. Without it, our attempts were futile."
The king rubbed his temples in frustration. "So we failed because of a missing word? What folly is this?"
Before she could respond, she continued, "And there’s more to recount. After the exorcism went awry, something rather peculiar happened."
The king leaned forward, intrigued despite himself. "What do you mean?"
"The blackened knight—rather than succumbing to despair—took a selfie right after the ritual," she explained, a hint of disbelief in her voice. "He posed with a couple of priests who had turned dark instead of being consumed by the demon. They grinned as if they were celebrating some twisted victory."
The king's brow furrowed deeper. "A selfie? With priests who should have been purging darkness? This is absurd!"
"It may sound absurd, but it speaks to the knight's newfound power and confidence," she clarified. "Instead of being defeated, he embraced his transformation and mocked our efforts."
The king’s expression shifted from anger to contemplation. “So he revels in this darkness? This cannot stand! We must find that magic word and reclaim our knight from this fate.”
“Agreed,” the social worker nodded firmly. “But we’ll need to delve into ancient texts and consult those who still remember the old ways.”
With renewed determination, the king rose from his throne. “Then let us begin at once! We shall not allow one sad old knight to mock our faith any longer!”
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