Should any doubt Cecile's authority, they should test it by turning their blade upon her. Regardless of how intense the spite they held, the utter futility in their actions would soon be evident. Even should their sword arm remain firm, the weapon would wrest itself from the wielder's grasp, as even the inanimate are aware of her sublime nature. Moreover, it was impossible to earn her ire, as she was incapable of harboring malicious feelings herself. In her eyes, a despotic overlord was no different from a righteous saint.